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 Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 3:17 pm
Almost all the healing that he had ever taken were different in method - some that had him strapped onto a bedframe while they performed surgical procedures on his body, or some with some wave of their hand, followed by some glowing action before a strange sensation washes over the afflicted area of his injuries.
None of them felt comfortable to him however, even though it should have been calming to the nerves. The swordsman preferred a more 'cool' touch, but obviously as it was his own preference, he was always tense at being healed, caution and awareness overriding the relaxing feeling he should be inducing himself with.
And being touched however, has its own little perks with the swordsman's mind.
Especially when-
Ba-dump.
"..."
A familiar feeling of heat washed over his body - a small twitch from something deep inside him, while Faustina continued her alchemy at his eyes. Being aroused from its slumber, it was an old feeling that the swordsman felt awakening inside his mind, before certain entities and obstacles quickly re-sealed the thing back to its respective sleep, suppressing certain...traits and persona which the swordsman hasn't felt in quite some years.
"Hm. Quite an unusual sensation, I have to say." He mentioned, hearing her asking him to open his eyes as the procedure neared completion. Slowly letting the warmth seep and fade away from his eys, he eventually felt some piercing light enter his vision -
- a white glare -
- before it started to adjust, leaving him to stare at Faustina with his crimson eyes. Slightly faded, but the gaze rather...distant.
"...."
He reached up with a hand to rub at the eyes, as if trying to make it focus better at the girl in front of his gaze. To no avail, however, the gaze continued to stay distant, as if the swordsman couldn't adjust his vision properly, seeing everything in a blurry state.
"While it's good to see light once again..."
He shook his head, continuing in vain to try and correct his vision. "It's kind of...blurry...."
"Unfocused..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:51 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Her heart immediately sank at his words. While the procedure was quite a success, all things considered, the simple fact that it hadn't worked perfectly was enough to dishearten the child. Her rump collapsed as she adjusted her position, a gasping sigh escaping her as she all but groaned, "...really?" Her gaze fell to the floor, and she muttered in frustration, "Damn...it should work fine...why isn't it working...?!"
She sat there, thinking for a long while, at length sighing and lifting herself to a stand. Brushing herself off, she mumbled, "...maybe your optical fibers need time to get used to working again..." A lame excuse in her opinion, but possible nonetheless. The man's brain had, after all, stopped using an entire portion of its potential for a good few hours.
Standing upright, she held her right hand out to the man, offering to help him up, and continued doing whatever she could think of to help his condition. "You might just need some optical therapy to get those muscles working properly again. That or glasses. How blurry is it?" She held up her left hand, three fingers raised, the hand positioned by her shoulder. "How many fingers?" she asked. Her attitude, though still frustrated at her "failure," tried to be objective as she could. She was determined to do everything in her power to help him back to full health!
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 8:25 am
"Optical...huh?"
Science doesn't work well with the swordsman. Then again, it might just be because he never really sat down and studied them with all the traveling he does. Still rubbing his eyes and taking Faustina's hand to help get up, the swordsman patted some imaginary dirt or wrinkles on his cloak - as if distracting himself for a tad while, before her question forced him to look down at her.
"...Well..."
He blinked, then squinted to peer at the girl.
Long and hard. As if trying to make out the details.
"....The effects are similar to someone successfully landing a blow at the temple, chin area...
I can make out the figure of you, though I just can't really focus on the more defining features of you."
The next question prompted him to have him look at her fingers.
"...."
"........."
".................."
The swordsman raised his left hand. Clenching it into a fist, with a heavy swing...
WAM!
He punched himself right at his left cheek. Hard.
"Ourgh!"
Stumbling a bit, the swordsman felt the familiar dazed feel that usually gave people disorientation when struck by one. Using that as a more extreme way of jolting his senses though, he shook his head to clear up the impact on his cheek, feeling rather dizzy from a hard blow from himself...
Before his eyes finally started to settle down, the blurriness slowly disappearing.
"....Three?" He stated, brushing his left cheek a bit to shake off the dull pain coursing through the afflicted area.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 7:38 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Faustina waited patiently as the man squinted at her hand, allowing him to take as much time as he needed. However, when he rose his hand, she grew first hesitant and then frightened by him. Her emerald eye widened, her head panicking over the different possibilites. Oh no...is it really bad? Is he mad at me? Is he going to...!
The fist swung, and Faustina immediately clenched her eye shut, right arm shooting up to fend off the fist she swore was meant for her! ...but it never came? Slowly, her eye slid opened and her arm lowered, and soon the girl was nearly dumbfounded by the sight. She stared at the odd swordsman, his face still bearing the marks of the recent attack. When he at last answered her question, her eye glanced between him and her still-upheld fingers, moving back and forth before at last she lowered her hand, her other moving to rub her temple as she muttered, "...well, whatever works, I guess..."
Putting that matter aside, she lifted a smile to the man, chuckling lightly, "Seems that did the trick." Offering him a hand, she continued, "...still, best not to leave you out here by yourself, incase something happens. You're staying in the hotel like the rest of the fighters, right? I'll help you back to your room."
In the back of her mind, she was also processing various darker thoughts. ...I should also probably get back to Father, lest I wish to be left behind...
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 8:38 pm
It was false hope, even if it did clear the senses for a while. A bit of blurriness slowly resurfaced, perhaps reminescent of his nerves reworking the eye muscles, but the swordsman ignored the brief daze - using the pain to temporarily override his own problems.
Perhaps, after a period of time the blurriness would disappear for good. Until then..
"Well, now that you mentioned it.."
His eyes drifted to gaze at the girl, realizing how young she is - despite this complicated heal she just performed. Feeling age settling down into his bones, even if he was still in the early twenties...
Kids these days. What are they taking to make them that much more...skillful in their respective areas?
He shook his head at the girl, politely declining the offer she gave. Raising a hand to point at where the stadium should be, he gave a shrug as he replied back.
"I doubt that the island would still continue to allow competitors to stay, now with the ending ceremony being done. Besides, the room that I once took refuge in is no more. Being gathered to form a new...team, does cause certain complications to arise, if you know what I mean."
And with their defeat though, the swordsman has a better chance to find Arian, his other teammate, near the docks or elsewhere, considering that both of them were planning to leave anyways.
Which brings him back to look at the girl in more vivid detail.
"..."
He scratched his chin in thought, as if trying to put two and two together to acquire some sense into his thinking. "While I'm grateful for your heal and such...I do have a question though. What were you doing here in a park that was on fire? Being blind and accidentally wandering into a blazing inferno would be my own dilemma - or excuse, if one wishes to look at it in another perspective, but for a young woman like you..."
The question should be obvious to the girl.
What was she doing there in the first place?
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 10:11 am
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Faustina grew quiet, her emerald eye staring off into the distance towards the arena. For a long while, she was silent, swimming in a sea of thoughts, her young consciousness still trying to piece together the bizarre puzzle of her past, trying to figure out what was truth and what was lie. And who was to say the present wasn't a lie, either?
Finally, she bowed her head, shoulders slumped, her voice soft and fragile. "...those things that man said about Father...about how he doesn't care...he didn't deny any of it..." Even her tail seemed to be depressed, its usually animated nature subdued to hardly even a dull sway now and then, like a dead snake hanging from the hole fashioned in her skirt. Turning to the man, she lifted her face to meet his gaze, small hands gathering into clenched fists. "I don't know what to think anymore...did either of them care? He came to my graduation, so I thought he did, but..."
Why the hell was she confiding in a total stranger? She hadn't known the guy ten minutes! What was it that made her think it was okay to complain to a total stranger about her Daddy Issues? All of these thoughts surfacing at one, she quickly averted her gaze, staring past the man to the flames licking the world behind him, embers dancing within her emerald hue like a wildfire through a forest. "...I'm not sure why, but fire brings me comfort. Its warmth...it makes it feel like everything's okay, you know?"
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 7:38 pm
...It was not the swordsman's fault that he suddenly found himself staring at a girl who longed for a father's embrace. Perhaps paternal love, her words verifying his suspicion. And, asking a question which he simply expected a short response back...
Well, this might be a sensitive situation that he'll have to tread lightly on.
Not that he really cared about it though.
But the fact that she helped him get his sights back...
"..."
He scratched his chin, causing a bit of tingling pain cascading through the burn marks over his face. "But things aren't okay, is it?"
Blunt and to the point. Even if the words that were used was a bit too harsh for the young girl...
"It might be out of line for me to say this directly, coming from a different viewpoint but.."
He reached out and pointed his right finger at her, as if readying a statement. "If they aren't willing to care, then why should you care about them? You can be passionate all you want to make them look at you sincerely, but as long as they don't want to, or have the wish to, then no matter how hard you try..."
A pause, as if the swordsman remembered something from the past.
"...It's only going to be more painful in the end. Unless you're prepared to go beyond the pain, to the core of the flames."
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:25 am
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
...because he's all I have left. I don't even have myself...
She didn't dare say it, though. Faustina had said far more than enough on the matter, and though her heart yearned to spill out more to this man, her head refused to let her. Instead, her emerald eye flickered away from the flames and up to the repaired gaze of the swordsman. She was locked in silence for a moment, a shell slowly erecting itself over her hurt and torn self, and at last the girl managed a small and shallow smile. The man had taken compassion for her, even though she was just as much a stranger, and even if she wouldn't allow herself to spill her life's story just yet, she could at least take comfort in knowing that she might not be alone.
"...what's your name?"
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 4:00 pm
"Name? Well, I guess I haven't introduced myself yet."
He paused, gathering up a bit of breath to speak. "The name's Snow. People have been calling me by that for a long time, so it kind of stuck. You can call me Snow."
A bit of a let-down, since it would make the swordsman appear to have another name which he isn't willing to tell yet. But truth be told..
He doesn't remember his real name. Or if he had a name in the first place. All that about identifying himself and having some name to be...
That was buried in the past, along with all the other things he buried in those childhood years. Hearing what her issue was, it wasn't a feeling of annoyance or irritation that came sprouting within the swordsman's chest. No, it was more like...envy? He couldn't really recall much of what he had done in his early teens, other than being out in the wild and venturing from one fight to the next whenever he could.
An aimless wanderer that travels to places that houses such violence and fights.
Parents? People who cared?
He never had the feeling before, so it never really bothered him. Sure, the occasional people he met while traveling or fighting had support from others...but in the end, that's just that.
Being alone has its own...pros and cons.
"Well," he continued on, patting his hands together as he glanced to where the Hotel is. "I suppose it's best to either put the fire out here, or go get some help to put the fire out. After all, the fire's going to spread eventually."
Another pause, as if implying a double meaning in his next sentence.
"There's a limit to how long we can let the fire burn, yes? Can't let it take out the whole park, or burn forever..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 5:54 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
"...Snow..." she whispered, trying the name on her own tongue. A genuine and childish wonder curled the corners of her lips, her gaze growing somewhat distant. He'd made it clear it was a pseudonym, but Faustina preferred it that way. There was something mysterious about it, something strange and magical...
When he continued to speak, her smile faded, her emerald eye shifting to stare back at the flames. If it had been solely up to her, Faustina would have begged the swordsman to let the flames burn, to let the beautiful embers dance across the land forever...Her right hand lifted, laying gentle fingertips softly above her heart, and she shuddered slightly, her mind wrapped about the fire before her...and then back to her Father, as if she were once again facing the pure, raw power he embodied, at once dangerous and comforting, at once menacing and welcoming. More specifically, she thought about the part of him that was raging somewhere within her, caged within her left eye, shielded from the world behind the black void of her eye-patch.
Slowly the girl nodded, her lips hardly moving as she murmured, "...yes...it's dangerous..." For a moment she wondered if the man knew about the thing inside her, if he somehow alluded to her own Devil on purpose. Or did he mean something else, such as the anxiety building within her heart that raged against her Father? Or perhaps he meant nothing at all...such was the mystery of Snow...
She blinked, turned her head, returning her mind to the here-and-now. Gaze averted, she began muttering off ideas, rummaging through them like a secretary through a filing cabinet. "...does the island have a fire department? I didn't see one...I can't do much at all, not after mending your eyes...we'll need a lot of water. A water elementalist? Or maybe someone that could move some of the surrounding water on land? Or even just some way to condense it out of the air..."
Faustina hesitated, emerald eye sliding back up to her companion, but quickly sprinting away as if to deny the glance. The child within wondered, but didn't dare ask what sorts of things a man named Snow could do.
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:28 pm
The swordsman's play with words would continue to be toyed by Faustina's attempt at interpretating it. Tilting his head to loosen up the stiffness on his neck, the swordsman cracked his knuckles while the girl started worry herself about 'how' to put out the fire.
"If you're talking about water, then that'll be my forte." He chimed, raising his hands up to blow a bit at the palms. Turning about to face the flames raging behind him, the swordsman rubbed his hands together as he did a rough calculation on just how large the inferno is.
"Let's see..."
The air around the swordsman started to cool down, the wind coming to a standstill around where the swordsman stood. Although he is still recovering from the other injuries suffered from his last match...and not adding that the area to extinguish is rather huge in comparison...
Well. As long as he doesn't do too much physical strain, then it shouldn't take that long to put out the fire.
A brief blue glow permeated his surroundings, the humidity in the air being gathered to be condensed and confined to a single orb. Growing in size - as this wasn't going to be used for combat, the orb grew in direct proportion to the amount of water he was gathering, being charged for use. Starting to walk, albeit in a mediocre pace, the swordsman raised the orb into the air with his left hand, giving it a few minutes to gather and condense as much as possible for the upcoming sedation.
It took some time. Leeching, injecting with his abilities, and commanding it to compact and be dense as possible...
By the time the preparations were ready, the orb had grown into a size of a giant, the blue glow surrounding it darkening due to the water being condensed to such size.
"Hng...!"
His chest burned under the strain from the motion. The restriction of magic that was sealed within him reacted with swift, brutal measures on keeping his energy release low, and locking up the more abundant energy that he could have used to dramatically increase the speed this was taking.
But it was there for a reason. Lowering the orb to be at level in front of him, the dense sphere caused the ground to crack a bit, the unstable circulation of water within turning the object more or less into a ticking time bomb.
Exhaling a bit of air out, the swordsman breathed out a long sigh.
"Whew...."
And with a large gulp of air -
The orb shrank into a size of a baseball for a brief second, the swordsman cocking his left hand back, holding the sphere that would be now completely black in color. In one swift throw, the orb shot out of the swordsman's hand without a sound, deep into the raging inferno...
...
And nothing would happen.
For another few seconds or so.
Until a massive eruption exploded without much noise from where the swordsman threw the orb, the fires in the center vanishing on the spot and cascading outwards in a form of...
Mist?
Not just normal mist though. Highly condensed mist, rolling over the flames at breakneck speed, killing the fuel that was fueling the flames. A deep chill blasted past the swordsman and the girl, causing trees to sway and the streetlights to groan as it rolled by, and in just a few short moments -
Most of the fire that raged in the park was quickly extinguished, and only pocketed areas near the outskirts of the park still raged on - surviving flames that endured the onslaught of a chilly explosion.
But how was he able to accomplish this?
Water, pressurized to the extreme. Releasing the content in a mist like form, the force from the shockwave would rob the air that fueled the flames, pushing the air out long enough for the flames to die out by themselves. Instead of using water like a firehose to wash out the flames, blasting the air out of the flames would make it much easier to take out the problem quickly, and in a lesser amount of energy needed to solve the situation.
However, this method doesn't come cheap, considering the amount of time the swordsman had to devote just to prepare for something like this. It's also quite taxing on his stamina, even if the humidity in the air was plentiful in amount for him to gather.
"Hah....hah.....ha..."
He panted a bit, taking a light rest from his action. "Whoo.....Ha...more exhausting...than I expected..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:05 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Her eye quickly shifted back to Snow at the suggestion that her fantacies were true. Her gaze widened as she watched the swordsman begin his work, soon captivated by the strange glow that grew about the man. The chill quickly set in, a shudder racing down Faustina's spine and summoning her arms up to clasp about her torso. Her tail wriggled uncomfortable and was just as anxious to wrap tight about the girl's body in a desperate search for warmth. Even if the cold wasn't so bad to a normal person, it was intense enough to Faustina to cause her to back hesitantly away from the man in spite of her awe.
Struck was the young teenager by the display before her! The orb was so pure, so vast...light played beautifully through its glistening waters, fading into darkness at the orb's core. And then, all of a sudden, before she knew what was happening...it shrunk! In a mere instant, the huge orb had reduced to no more than a small ball clutched within Snow's hand! Faustina's curiousity beckoned her near the swordsman, begging her for a closer look, but still the cold surrounded him, and even as she considered just one step closer, Snow was pulling his hand back for a powerful pitch straight into the flames!!!
"...Ah!" she gasped. She couldn't help herself, her feet pulling her forward a few hurried steps, one hand outstretched toward the tiny fleeting ball. She bit her lip, brows softening in mild disappointment as she watched the mysterious thing disappear into the flames. Another violent shudder quickly reminded her why she'd backed away in the first place, her tail huddling ever closer to her shivering body. Her teeth chattered, her cheeks growing a rosy pink, and her nose was even starting to run a bit.
And then, no sooner than her eye had lifted in hopes of spotting the small orb, a powerful wind burst all about her, blowing her unruly auburn hair back from her rounded face, the edge of her skirt flapping violently in the chill, the power fighting against her tail's struggle to stay close. Faustina cried out again as she chill struck her heart like a frozen dagger, her knees buckling as she collapsed to the ground in the fetal position. Her body curled tight, seeking its own heat, salvaging whatever was left. It was so cold...so cold...
At last, the wind died, and the frightened girl finally dared to lift her head from betwixt her arms, though only just. Her emerald eye peered over her flesh, gazing out to the surrounding brush that had once been a lively park. To her astonishment, the fire had been put out, leaving a charred and barren landscape in its wake.
Still shivering, the girl turned her head to the wearying Snow, eye filled with both worry and wonder. She sniffed back some gathered mucus, then managed to move her dry lips, teeth chattering as she tried to speak. "Th-th-that...w-was am-m-maz-zing...!"
The girl was smiling, but she certainly didn't look all that pleasing. In fact, it seemed she was well on her way to the early stages of hypothermia.
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 5:32 pm
The swordsman turned his gaze at the girl, who, through her chattering and shivering, caused the swordsman to realize that he was affecting the environment too much with his presence. Taking another breath to briefly ignore his own exhaustion, the swordsman raised both hands to face the girl, concentrating a bit to pour his own powers over the cold air around the two.
Moving both hands away, the cold front that permeated their surroundings immediately moved away from his gesture, warm air starting to pour from above, returning the temperature to a comfortable standard in a short while.
The cold that continued to permeate the park would slowly ebb away from the more tropical climate of the island, being converted into warm air and eventually returning the park to its usual old...er, park. Other than the charred trees and burned surroundings, what have you.
"Sorry about that," he apologized, "it's been a long time since I've had someone close to me when performing this - other than against fighters and whatnot."
Not sure if the girl is still feeling cold now or not, the swordsman took his own cloak off - more designed for all terrain wear and not surprisingly heavy for it - and draped it over the girl, as if helping her get some of the heat back in a much quicker context.
"Feeling any better?" He asked, his bloody red hair ruffled over his slightly Asian face - which he mindlessly brushed away from his gaze. A few burn marks could be clearly seen where he was burned and injured, and the cloth he wore underneath - simple plain, black long sleeves and pants with light, stylish ornate markings on the surface - had a few holes in it, revealing where he got his other burns and cuts.
Especially near his left arm, where a freshly patched slash wound is still visible under the torn area.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 6:14 pm
Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.
Her small, gloved hands pulled the cloak tight about her shoulders, her emerald eye lifting to gaze gratefully up to the man with a small smile set upon her lips. "Th-Thank you," she murmured, her shivers steadily slipping from her as the warmth set in. Her knees regained their strength, her legs soon pushing her up to a stand, her tail letting her waist go to sweep happily down by her ankles. It slithered here and there a bit, swaying in rejoice of the newfound warmth, glad to be rid of the unnatural cold. Her cheeks remained rosy, however, head bowed a bit, and it soon became evident she was blushing. "...I'm sorry. I hadn't expected that...I perhaps should have mentioned I'm a bit sensitive to the cold." Her mind glanced over the subject of her father once more, but she quickly moved on, turning her head to regard her uncloaked companion.
...which only deepened her blush. No thanks to Chameleon-sensei, Faustina Jaeger had little if any experience in social settings, much less when it came to, specifically, males. In fact, most of her exposure to males came from her fathers--adoptive and biological--and her best friend from Konoha. Well, her only friend, really...but this, too, she quickly hastened out of her mind, anchoring herself to the here-and-now.
He appeared her Father's age--er, her Father's new age? It was all so confusing--except perhaps a bit younger, due to his eastern appearance. It was subtle, and she couldn't quite place its origin, but she could tell she liked it--something different from the people she was used to being around. Her eye gave him a quick look-over, noting the tears in his clothing and the scars left from battle. It was all rather awe-inspiring...she could tell he'd been through quite a fair share of battles, as probably she should have expected in a tournament contestant. Which got her thinking--had her Father been through just as many? How did they get into so many fights?
"It must be a dangerous world out there," she murmured, her eye lingering on his arm. She thought for a while, her head dipping far, far back into her earliest memories. At last, she spoke again, her voice soft and fragile as she asked, "...what do you fight for?"
Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 10:16 pm
"Ah. Well...I can't really say that I myself am sensitive to cold, but..."
His eyes showed a brief reaction to her blushing. But whether or not the swordsman knew how the girl was feeling, his face remained impassive, still expressing a bit of comical, if not a sweatdrop attitude at the results of his action.
The next question though, made him still his tounge.
"...."
Clearly, the question had a profound impact on how the swordsman would respond, his casual appearance now disappearing, the friendly look vanishing from his face. Replaced with a frown in the end, he again scratched his head, his gaze lifting up to view at he sky while he repeated her question.
"What do I fight for?"
A brief pause, as if he's trying to make words link together in his mind.
"What do I fight for...good question. Most people I've seen fight for many things. Some for others. Some for themselves. Some for beliefs, faiths. Others for the glory, or for the reward. As for me..."
He looked back at Faustina, leaning close as if planning to whisper a secret to her ear.
His mouth parted open, the words that then slowly rolled out of his lips being...
"....What do you think I fight for?"
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