He rubbed her back in comfort.
“Please don’t scare me like that again,” she hiccuped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sora hugged him for a short while, paying no heed that her sundress was being stained crimson.

“On the other hand,” Aysen muttered, “That bastard doesn’t bleed…And why? Because he’s the chosen one…”

He continued to rant of a few things Sora didn’t understand.

Well, what matters is that he’s alive, she told herself. Well, not technically alive, but…still here, she concluded.

Sora found Aysen’s hand, and took it, like she had countless times.

“Let’s go home.”

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