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 Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2016 10:12 am
So much occurred in a few months that Isaiah felt leagues detached from his old self. He knew not whether he considered his past self immature or delightfully bold - naïve or vivacious. He knew with certainty that he considered himself more jaded now, more embittered with the loss of some of his independence. The Negaverse took much and demanded more. Soon, he knew, he would have no room for any of life's fruits beyond his singular derision for their treatment of him.
And yet, Scylla's words oscillated ad nauseam in his mind. They possessed a demon army, the ability to teleport, the means to wrench one's soul from one's body - and their forces kept growing. He witnessed the vastness of the Negaverse but once in the rights of their own domain, and he found within it nothing but despair for any oppositional cause.
But he knew the inevitable result to this war - he had for some time. He never guessed, however, that it was this close.
Isaiah lost himself so deep in his thoughts that he failed to hear the waitress at first. When she caught his attention, she seemed frazzled and more than a little short on temper. For this, he simply ordered two coffees to send her away. She complied, the bow on the back of her apron bobbing as she pounded her heels back toward the kitchen. With her went the high-strung atmosphere that Isaiah choked on earlier, and he wasn't crushed to see it go. He found great difficulty in even maintaining contentment these days, and such roadblocks often crushed all hopes of him having a decent time.
Gwen would come soon, he knew. He ould not find time to be alone with his thoughts forever. So, as he waited, he propped his elbow on the table and used his fist to support the stump of his other arm. Most people either did not comment on the lack of arm or did not notice it - a welcome recognition compared to his earlier, panicked thoughts about ridicule and isolation. Still, he found himself more exhausted by all parts of his life, and the soreness in his left arm persisted through the months. Kavinsky could only help so much with taking the load off those overworked muscles. Briefly he wondered if he and K still got along solely because K was gone so damned often.
His time for introspection drew to a close, however, when he spotted a familiar redhead part the doors of the establishment. She would see him, surely, and come to be seated. He only hoped this conversation would go better than it did in his head.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 12:34 pm
It was still odd, living by herself. Isaiah had only lived with her for a few months but his absence was strongly felt. It hadn't been terribly unexpected, when he had announced he had gotten a new apartment, but it had rocked her. She had thought he would remain living there since the were still seeing each other, but their relationship, while still in existence, was rocky. She told herself that his moving out was a good thing. They were too far into each others business and never got to experience 'dating' without living with one another. So hoped the distance would help settle some of their issues.
That's what she told herself anyway, on the day he moved out.
When arrangements had been made for them to meet each other at a coffee place, she felt relieved and nervous all in a matter of seconds. She feared that this was it for him, that he would finally tell her he was done. At the same time, she hoped that his wanting to meet up meant that there was still interest on his side. This opportunity to talk to him though also meant she needed to ask a pressing question she had not had a chance to bring up. In fact, she had even warned him about it via a response text. The last thing she wanted to do was just spring up something like this on him. That would he cruel.
Arriving at the coffee place she heaved a sigh of relief as the warm air hit her cold, rosied face. Winter was here to stay and it was making itself known with the blustery winds and snow that continued in the forecast. It was well welcomed for the holidays but afterwards, well, she'd be looking forward to the warm summer evenings again. For now though she was bundled up tight in her coat, scarf and gloves.
It didn't take long to spot Isaiah. A quick scan of the establishment found the man located at a table for two tucked further back from most of the other customers. While peeling off her scarf and gloves she walked over to him and offered a smile as she deposited her winter gear on the back of the chair. "Hey." She huffed a sigh as she took the coat off, revealing one of her many chunky knit sweaters that paired well with the jeans and brown heeled boots she wore. "Did you order anything yet?" She questioned, itching to have something warm in her soon.
She plopped down into the chair, brushing some strands of red hair from her face. "It's good to see you. Have you been well?" She questioned as she gave him a quick look over. He seemed to be doing alright, but she knew Isaiah and how well he could hide things when he was so inclined. Hence the discussion they were going to have. "Is the apartment all set up to your liking?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 1:06 pm
"Hey," he greeted in return when Gwen started disarming from the winter war. Heavy coat and scarf aside, she looked like she was still prepared to fight the lesser temperatures indoors. This was smart; even as Isaiah wore a turtleneck now, he found it a little lacking for being so near the windows. The revolving door of people helped little, too. "There's some coffee," he added, gesturing toward the cup on her side. "Otherwise, no. The waitress should be around in a minute."
Isaiah mustered a smile at her compliment. "Thanks. The new dentures are coming in after Christmas, they said. Then I'll feel a bit more like myself again." The cold-cured ones formed a decent stopgap for eating, talking, looking like his face wasn't trying to collapse in on a newly-formed black hole on his tongue. "Insurance won't cover a prosthetic. Jury's still out on the 3D-printed ones, too… They're cheap but they don't hold up terribly well. I don't know." He sighed and flatted his hand against the counter.
Doing so reminded him, briefly, that he ran out of fingernails to chew much faster than before. He had but four to choose from now, which meant far more pain for the same amount of nail-biting stress. Of course, he tried to fight it, but the morning had not been kind for providing smoke breaks. Stores in this region grew wise to vape usage too, and placed that on their banned paraphernalia list. The outdoors proved a little too cold for his liking, and his nic fits urged him to find some relief as soon as possible. Thus, nicotine gum was born. He even slipped the tinfoil-covered package onto the table to pop one out for himself. If nothing else, it looked like he was trying to quit.
Isaiah popped the gum square into his mouth before he answered her next question. "The condo still needs a lot of work. It's a great space, and you should see the exposed brick - it's that kind of stuff people dream about ******** against but never ******** against because there goes all your skin - so it's a pretty great buy. Cheap, too. Since the settlement money finally came in, I've been able to pick up some furniture but you'd be surprised how hard it gets to track down a few decent pieces. So, I've got a few Ikea stand-ins, but a couple very nice bets and a bedroom set ordered from this manufacturer I know. It'll take him a few weeks to make all of it, but it'll be worth it.
"I put Kavinsky on setting up the guest room and the bookshelves. He's going to be staying with me and playing butler to take some of the stress off my arm. It's been sore for the past… Well, since the incident, really." His fingernails strayed to his mouth, where they danced along his lower lip - a temptation should the gum prove inadequate.
"So how are you? How's Reilly? I'm sure you've probably got a few stories to tell."
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 3:58 pm
She hadn't noticed the coffee at first, but at Isaiah's gesture her grinned happily and scooped the cup into her hand to warm the cold digits. "Perfect." The steam rising from the mug was very appreciated and she opted not to unravel her fingers from the vessel to help herself to the sugar and creamer. It would be too hot to drink yet anyway, might as well put it to use in keeping her warm this way. Plus it made a superb place for her to rest her hands as opposed to fidgeting.
"Well, it won't be too long until you have that charming smile of yours back." She teased him playfully. As he went one about the type of replacements he may get after the dentures she tapped the brim of her mug with her thumb. "I suppose the idea of 3d printed ones is nice, but...not necessarily practical in our nightly work. I can only imagine what the prosthetic would cost without insurance covering a portion." It was a shame really that insurance wouldn't consider the prosthetics as necessary considering the circumstances. They're hardly just vanity.
When the mug turned form pleasantly warm to just tepid in feeling, she knew her hands were warm enough. It was then that she finally reached for two sugar packets and a creamer container. Carefully she ripped each one open in succession before stirring the liquid and it's new ingredients together. The milky cloud of the creamer billowed up quickly and mixed fully into the black liquid, turning it into a lighter cream tone. She still didn't dare a sip though.
Blue eyes caught sight of a piece of nicotine gum being deposited into Isaiah's mouth and she raised a brow. Well, I suppose that's one way around the cold problem. She mused, not sure if she believed he would be using the gum as it had originally been intended.
And then on he went about the apartment. She was genuinely interested in how it was coming together and couldn't help a smirk to appear on her face when he mentioned the bedroom pieces he had ordered. "Bedroom pieces are certainly one of the more important." Mind, she knew all too well that Isaiah didn't confine his interests to a single room, but it was still amusing.
And the smile dropped for a moment at the mention of Kavinsky. As quickly as it fell though she put it back on. She didn't want to upset him or tick him off, which she seemed to be able to do with ease as of lately. Still, it bothered her. Bothered her that she wasn't the one helping him as needed. "Well, I am glad you have someone to help you so you aren't struggling on your own." She did finally let her smile, forced that it was, fall to true concern. "Is there anything that can be done about that? It being sore? Or is it just something that only time can really heal?"
God did she hate this.
"Ah, well, I am fine really. I've not been... I've not been doing too much besides work. Reilly has been my couch buddy, as usual, and keeping me warm since I am not a huge fan of the cold." She gave a small shrug. "He's doing well though and as much of a terror as always." Which was, to tell the truth, not much of one. For the most part the little sheltie was well behaved, if needy.
"I suppose tastykake is still trying to settle into the new place." The poor cat had been moved so much within the past year and was none-too-happy about new places.
She looked back down at her cup. The liquid vibrated gently with each movement on the table. It was almost mesmerizing, especially since she was, in a way, avoiding the topic she had been wanting to ask. She feared some sort of snide remarks, or retaliation for it, but what else was she to do? She needed to know.
"So." She started off, not taking her eyes up from the coffee. "Why?" She questioned softly, her eyes slowly shifting from the drink as she gained a bit of courage with the first words out. "Was there a reason you never mentioned anything to me? You knew who I was." There wasn't a hint of anger or agitation in her voice. If anything she could be taken as worn out of sad. Really, she was doing her best to stay as neutral as possible.[quote="
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 4:37 pm
"3D printed prosthetics are about five hundred dollars. A sizable amount, but they're affordable - and usable." Isaiah remained silent for a time, and tapped a finger on the lip of his coffee. He did not yet drink it. "There's a lot to do to just… Reach some sort of a baseline." He kept his voice low, difficult to detect from the surrounding couples.
"And I know what you're thinking when I said I commissioned bedroom furnishings. I'm not talking that kind of bedroom furnishings. I'm talking a dresser, nightstands - things that I can use easier with one hand that still look like my style. Getting around to the other things still looks a ways off." Isaiah glanced about at the other customers. None appeared interested in their conversation. "But, I've learned to keep a cat bed underneath my bed. Tasty sticks around in that most of the time. Sometimes she uses this cat tower I got for her - it lets her reach the floating shelves well enough and get to the upstairs guest room without having to use the stairs. She'll get used to it eventually." Isaiah finished. He felt uneasy about it; he knew Tastykake suffered under the stress of all these moves, and started ripping her fur out recently. Already he had Kavinsky sweep the place of the clumps of hair.
"The arm will take time to heal mostly. It's all the increased stress of doing two arms' worth of work when it's not even my dominant arm. ******** does it hurt sometimes, though," he finished, rolling his shoulder.
The small talk wound down, however, and Isaiah searched for more threads of conversation to undertake. Instead, Gwen used the silence to start into the question she texted him about earlier. Any pleasantries about his demeanor faded then, and he slumped into his default resting bitchface. He wanted a cigarette, not just for the nicotine. "Right. There's something I should tell you, then." Isaiah seized one of the sugar packets and turned it on its side in a rhythmic pattern, touching the edge to the table each time. "My condo was burned down by Ascendent General Alkaid. She was onto a friend of mine - a friend I knew as a civilian before I knew him as a knight - and tailed me by proxy. Or she must have. But, she wanted to flush him out, so she burned my place down, stole a charcoal drawing of mine, and stole my cat. That was when I realized precisely how dangerous identities can really be.
"So when I learned that you were a knight, it…" He breathed a sigh. "******** sake, you think they'd notice a vape in here? Anyway, I wanted that absence of powered life, and when you, too, turned out to be a knight, I thought that keeping my mouth shut was a benefit. That if you didn't even have the knowledge, then no one in the Negaverse or otherwise could connect us together. As a knight, it was better for me to stay distant - because it would be too easy to make the conclusion that if two knights spent time together, then they may do so outside of their powered lives. And if that came home with me a second time, I doubt I'd come away as unscathed as I was. Relatively speaking, of course.
"And my reputation as Scholomance is… Not… Ideal, you could say. That association is better left unmade."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 6:07 pm
The change in topic brought about a very different demeanor in Isaiah. It was quite visible and Gwen felt somewhat guilty for the shift in atmosphere, but there wasn't anything to help it. This was one of the main reasons she had wanted to see him today, to ask this rather important question. As it stood, she hadn't really expected the answer he gave him. In fact, she had, for some reason, expected some answer along the lines of 'he just didn't want her to know' and had been prepared to fight that way of thinking of his. Instead it had been logical. But still...
"Wow. Alright. I definitely didn't expect that. With this General Alkaid." She had no face to put to the name, but quietly tucked the name away for the future. "And I understand where you were going with that train of thought. It makes sense really. Keeping a distance can be an effective way of keeping yourself and those around you safe." She unconciously played with the sugar packet that she had torn up to deposit its contents into her drink. Carefully she made tiny folds in the paper before unfolding it and refolding it again in a different pattern. "I can't and won't fault you for that.
"But, I still wish you had mentioned all of this to me before. I could have been more aware, more...careful about things. That night I came home battered with the large bump on the back of my head and bruised, back when you first moved in...that was the night I was awakened. It would have been useful to have someone guide me." She paused, realizing what she said and dropped the sugar packet as she shook her one hand in a negative motion. "Wait, no, what I mean is, If you had told me everything we could still have kept ourselves separate at night. No one would have ever had to see the two of us together. It...just would have been nice and helpful to have someone I trusted to lean on."
She gave him a sad smile. "And I would have happily supported you as best as I could. I think, perhaps, keeping everything hidden may have caused more harm than good in the end?" She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know. Maybe I am just being too optimistic for my own good here. Maybe things would have been worse if you had told me." A shrug and her gaze turned to her coffee again. "I am sorry I wasn't what you had hoped. A separation from the war and Knights. If it's a condolence, I was when we first met." She locked her eyes with his as she turned to look back at him. Words always seemed to go badly between them and she blamed it on her own lack of eloquence with them, but she hoped he could at least sense her sincerity through her gaze.
Or perhaps she was being far too optimistic once again. After all, that sort of stuff only happened in movies.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 6:25 pm
'It would have been useful to have someone guide me.'
Isaiah snorted, smiled, and could not stifle a short laugh. "I'm not a good choice for guidance, Gwen, I promise. I don't think you're aware of my - Scholomance's - repuation here." He brought his hand to his face, and his thumbnail traced his upper lip absently. "You're right. It would've been useful. I didn't have anyone to show me the ropes either, and I realize now what a pisser it is. And sure, maybe at the time I might've known someone I could direct you to, or given you the barebones of what you need to know to survive. All these things are possibilities. But the fact of the matter is, none of them happened. None of them happened and you're still here, alive, and a squire." His smile dissipated not long after he finished.
"I get that you're upset. Still, I've been on tricky paths for a while now and knowing my name - even dropping it absently in conversation - could've been dangerous for you. If I got involved with your knighthood, and say… Say one of us slips a name just once. Do you think Schörl and Cinnabar would've just stopped at me? Absolutely not. They would've dragged you out there on that rooftop just the same and probably played pin-the-chaos-in-the-starseed and corrupted one of us just for shits. The one who still had two arms, obviously." Isaiah clicked his tongue against his dentures. His hand seized the spoon in his coffee and stirred it relentlessly, despite the lack of milk and sugar. Still it looked too hot.
At first, he eyed the table for some object to focus on, somewhere to rest his gaze that proved carefully neutral. He forced a stop to the habit and looked at her directly. "Look, dwelling on all of this doesn't fix anything. Yes, you're not just a civilian with whom I can spend as much of my time as I want. Yes, I wasn't available to you as a knight when you first awakened. It's not like we can go back in time to fix either one of these aspects. It's not like they're even broken. If you're looking for some kind of closure, or apology, or fix to this then we should look at that instead. I've tried the whole 'dwelling over our own mistakes' business. I did it when Sid first split. Know what it did? Landed me on the s**t end of the bottle, that's what."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 6:52 pm
Her pointer finger tapped the mug. "I am curious though to hear about Scholomances reputation. What makes you feel or know you would be such an inadequate guide for someone?"
She understood. She really did. It was her headstrong nature that made it difficult to swallow the fact that what was done, was done. But...he was right. Nothing of the past could be changed and at least they were both still here. Alive. But that didn't stop her mood form turning dark at the mention of the two who had hurt Isaiah. "Cinnabar and Schorl, hm?" She said quietly, her gaze slipping back to her coffee. She practically etched those names into her memory, never to be forgotten. "I'd like to think that maybe, just...just maybe I could have helped you." Tears threatened her eyes at the memory of finding him that night, but she didn't let them fall. Instead she sniffed them back quietly and looked back to him. "I am seriously happy you're alive.
"But, you're right. We can't change anything." Clearing her throat she shifted in her seat, an attempt to break the dark brooding mood she was finding herself falling into. The last remaining tears, though still slightly visible in her eyes, were beginning to dry up. "And you don't owe me an apology. You were doing what you thought was right and I can't fault you for that. I am not angry." She paused, her fingers moving to wrap around the coffee mug once again. "Ok that would be a lie. I was angry. Terribly angry and hurt, but not anymore.
" think our best course of action is to just continue on from here. I definitely don't want to see you needing any sort of substance to help you through all of this." She couldn't help a small wry smile. "Well, nicotine not included, I suppose."
"So, I understand that we shouldn't meet much, or at all while powered up, but I want to offer support. I do still love you, Isaiah. I know we've had our differences and all, but...Oh..." She sighed in frustration at herself. "I am terrible voicing my feelings." What she wanted to do was lean into him, Kiss him, n** at that lip of his, promise more to his liking later but...she feared being pushed away.
It was...amazing how much he had changed her through the course of a year.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 7:06 pm
Isaiah sucked a breath through her teeth. "I made a lot of deals with the Negaverse as the time. Some of those deals were with the White Moon, but really… It's a tricky game best played alone. Not too long ago I made a deal with the Negaverse about some information - information that pertained to the Negaverse invasion over the summer - and… They figured out not long afterward that I was double-dealing. It wasn't just them, either. If I'm playing stakes, I'm playing for me. That didn't sit well with them. With anyone, really.
"But that's less a concern now, since you…" He drew a sigh. "Already know who I am. Now it's more dangerous. There's a captain that tails me pretty often - someone under Benitoite's wing - so if we're caught together, the Negaverse will know it. It's not getting any easier to pry a few lessons from Scholomance," he finished with a shake of his head.
Isaiah rested his elbow on the table and formed a fist upon which he could lean his stump. Some adjustments to his hand led to a less lopsided posture of it. "Her remarks pertaining to his sobriety provided a special kind of irony that he passed under the rug with practiced ease. He knew to control it, and managed doing so this time. He knew not how long it would last, or if it would last at all - but he had to trust that the years of work in overhauling himself amounted to some level of self-restraint. The few pick-me-up cigarettes he kept were always dispensed in moderation. Did he worry that Gwen would find out? No - they no longer lived together, and thus he retained his privacy. Would Kavinsky find out? If he did, it wasn't his business and K knew it.
"You're terrible at voicing your feelings," Isaiah agreed readily. "I'm getting two signals here: one that you want to offer your assistance, and two, that you want assistance. So on the basis that I'm a knight and you're a squire, I can still theoretically offer you some help. But that's… Best discussed elsewhere. Like on your wonder, since I can't get into mine."
Isaiah stood and excused himself from the table. "I need another cigarette anyway. This gum isn't worth s**t," he finished and spat into the coffee. A quick beckon and he approached the back door.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 7:27 pm
Wow. Ok. Somehow she wasn't surprised that Isaiah worked both sides, but at the same time she was. It was such a risky move, far riskier than she thought he would take. After all, as his last encounter with them proved, he was very much dancing with catastrophe. "You're gambling with you life doing such things." She remarked sadly. "But the damage is done. In many ways. I only hope you can keep yourself out of more harm now."
She did find it endearing though that he appeared legitimately worried about her. She gladly took that thought and ran with it. Letting it warm her.
"Wait...my Wonder?" She questioned quietly, only moving to follow him as he beckoned her. She paused to chug down as much of the hot liquid as she could muster. Thankfully, it was last molten lava and just at uncomfortably hot, but she managed about half the mug before grabbing her winter wear. She wrapped the scarf around her neck haphazardly before slipping her coat on. She wasn't far behind Isaiah by the time he was outside,she was pushing the half closed door open in his wake while pulling on her gloves.
"You want to go to my Wonder?" She questioned him with a raised brow. "I don't mind taking you but uh..." a small blush crept across her cheeks. "You'll be the first to go there besides, uh...besides me." She had no idea why she was embarrassed to take him to her Wonder. Perhaps it was she hadn't spent too much time there herself yet, well, outside of what was necessary. Or maybe because it wasn't some grand, gothic style building that was both grand and terrifying at the same time? Hy-Brasil was a mere island. It had it's own sprawling castle but nothing in the scope that Scholomance was.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 7:44 pm
Speaking about the harm of the matters he undertook was a moot point now. Isaiah spent little time talking about it. Part of him didn't want to think about it - doing so only invited thought on the next assignments, the next agents, the next requirements just to get his ring back. He knew they needed him not for the next few days, and relied on it to retain some of his sanity. Benitoite allowed him at least that much.
When he stepped outside, Isaiah lit up before the door could close behind him. A deep drag, and he sighed smoke and stress. Restlessness culminated in excessive body movement - tapping feet, twitching fingers, nervous glances. Isaiah licked his lips and took another drag. The nicotine helped, but it never banished his anxieties. "Yes, your Wonder. The only way I'm getting into mine is with my signet ring, and as you can probably guess…" He splayed out his three fingers and thumb. "I don't have it right now. Unless you've got yours and you're jonesing to go to an old, dead cathedral campus, yours is as good as it gets."
Isaiah paused only when they reached the back lot for the coffee shop, where the garbage men and delivery drivers often stopped throughout the day. Currently no one lingered in the area, and with no windows looking down upon them, he considered it safe enough. After a quick scan of the roof line, Isaiah became Scholomance in a blink.
The cigarette remained in his mouth, and he was grateful for it. "If you're worried, don't be. From what I know, everyone's wonder is a wreck at first. Over time, with frequent visits, they start to come back a little. Scholomance was a ruin when I first visited - and my ancestor was about as helpful as a hole in my head." Already the knight burned through half his cigarette. "We don't have a lot of time to dally here. Feel that? Chaos lingers. There, there, and there." He pointed to the east, the north, and the northwest.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 8:04 pm
The cold air very quickly seeped away the warmth Gwen had felt in the shop. It was none-too-kind and the prospect of going to her wonder, that always seemed to be in the best of weather, was a promising prospect. Plus, Isaiah's reassurance over the appearance of her Wonder did help ease some of the anxiety that had bubbled up at the prospect of taking him.
"Right, sorry, I don't mind taking you." She said quickly. "It was just..never mind." She waved a hand and followed in his suit and powered up. Him pointing out nearby agents just made her more keen to get out of the parking lot. She didn't care if anyone saw her with him, hell, she was quite fired up enough that she'd probably do something stupid if she saw an agent at this point. So, fleeing to her Wonder was in both of their best interests right now.
She took a moment to eye him over in his Knight attire. A smirk played on her face before she closed the distance between them, taking his hand in her own. "It's not fair you look that good in that outfit." She remarked.
Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes for a moment, hand still holding his while ignoring the missing digit, before opening them again. Quietly she spoke the words that would lead them to her Wonder.
"I pledge my life and loyalty to Earth, and to Hy-Brasil.
I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine."
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