"I am Shishihime Ikiho! The legendary hero who has lived 5000 years!"
"That's right, and I am a high schooler who couldn't live alone even for a second... and is as cool as the devil himself."
She smiles brightly. "Thankfully I am not," she says with a quick shake of her head, "and thank you. I would be very pleased if you could make it. It will not be for a few years, but still."
Even though she wants to be out on the front lines, so to speak, she guesses, hiding behind the much sturdier Elewa is still as good an idea as it was on the Paragon patrol. Smiling, she nods agreeably. "Yes, that is still a wonderful idea."
"Good. The last thing we need is to let anything distract us right now."
Sloane didn't respond. Given what he said to Max, he wouldn't go back on it now.
But he felt he was right, and Cas had surely been lying to himself if he could still feel that way.
Maybe that was the problem. Cas should get into the thick of things, even if it was negative and troublesome. Nothing stopped him from overcoming the nastiness and making something good out of the constant bickering.
Instead, he just cut himself off from them. Apathy never did anybody good, as the Snowblower knew.
Another round of bickering. It seemed like it only happened when they were in the middle of something important.
Maybe that was his fault. He'd tried to get along with the group. Had tried to contribute, but that'd only ended in an argument. Said they hadn't wanted his help. It was true. They didn't. So he'd withdrawn, and as his powers grew he'd started becoming increasingly distant. Now, when they needed him to reintegrate he couldn't... no that wasn't it. He didn't want to.
It made it even worse that he was, in part, feeling sorry for himself. But it didn't change the fact that no matter what he seemed to do it wasn't good enough. He was going to get talked at or yelled at or anything in between. Who's fault was that?
His.
Making a figure eight with the tip of Tenebrous, Casimir sighed. "Hvað á ég að gera?"
~Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long, year, stole many a man's soul and faith.
So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy, and some taste. Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste.
I made Miburo cry on his birthday.
Reached Demon-God Status
My Cat Is Afraid of the Vacuum Cleaner
Maxana sighs heavily. Seems that every time they have a major mission to accomplish, everyone decides to jump on Casimir for one stupid reason or another. Even if they are valid, they could wait until after they are done here.
She walks over to him and stabs her sword into the ground. "Quel mal maintenant, ma chérie?"
Hey! No one's asking you to smell it.
Alexander Hawke
She nods. From what she heard, Sloane did make some valid points. Still, she should have been the second person to know this, after him, obviously. Before she responds, she pulls up the French holobook on her scanner to make sure she is saying the right thing.
"Pourquoi n'avez-vous pas me dire à ce sujet? Pourquoi ai-je dû trouver de cette façon? Je sais que vous essayez de garder certaines choses pour vous,mais pas cela. Pas de moi."
~For the truth lies, ever softly, within the heart of madness~
World of Civero: Shadows of the Djinnoa - Cerise
He does not want her to worry about him, he says. That is so typical of men nowadays.
Again, she consults her holobook. Okay, this is going to be a mouthful.
She frowns. "Casimir, nous sommes censés être de se marier. Nous avons dit qu'il n'y aurait pas de secrets entre nous,mais vous êtes ici, en gardant les choses de moi parce que vous ne voulez pas que je vous inquiétez pas. Je suis désolé, mais c'est une raison très conneries à cacher quelque chose à quelqu'un que vous aimez."
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The Midnight Rider.
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