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The youma’s demeanor seemed to calm with Wolfeite’s complement. Bazzite stood upright again and his face relaxed to its usual appearance, rather than the distorted mess it was earlier. The locust-beast seemed almost intrigued by the General’s lack of response and contemplative tone. He tilted his head.
”Better? Maybe. ….yes.”
While Benitoite was still wracked with guilt all these years later, Bazzite was psychologically unphased by it, unable to feel the depth of emotions he could when he was still human. To him, he simply was different, by accident or otherwise. It didn’t seem to bother him too much.
”When you go topside again, General… I want to come.” A quiet request, followed by a toothy smile.