[The defiance almost seems to trouble himself; his brow furrows...but it's too late to just apologize and say nevermind. What would be the point of that, anyway? Still, as Waver knits his broken body back together, Ion begins to feel at least a bit more relaxed. Exhausted, but not so exhausted that he feels on the verge of slipping into a deep and dire unconsciousness.]
...I'll hope for that, too. I don't want to let anyone down.
[He made so many promises--promises that were already splintering apart with each slash to his body.]
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...I'll hope for that, too. I don't want to let anyone down.
[He made so many promises--promises that were already splintering apart with each slash to his body.]