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Aerith pointed to his mouth in a gagging motion. "You're disgusting."

"Meet Spark." Leonas finished toweling away the liquid, then wetted a cloth--this time just with water--and pressed that to the wound. Hopefully that would help sooth the pain.

"She's in her twenties. I'm almost forty."

"Pior, this is why you've never had a girlfriend. You don't understand that ages are a thing."

The last of the liquid spilled out, and the redness became less feverish and more of just a shade. Leonas held the pad to the wound for a few more seconds for good measure, then took it away. He tried to not to focus too hard on all the pus covering her wrist. "Let me grab a towel for that..."

"Uhh... like, fifteen, or something? Maybe younger?"

"Pior. Buddy. My man." He waved his hand about in the air as he tried to find the right words. "I call her kid, man."

The magician been slain? Oh, I'm gonna have some fun with Ellis when he finds out about this...

"Yes, that's... how it works."

Leonas gagged quietly as a thick, white liquid started dripping out. "Do not open your eyes."

"You're slower when you're sober."

"I'm eighty-eight."

Uhh... I actually wasn't paying any attention at all to what you guys were doing.

"He'll be a mile behind after we've been walking for a few hours. Just wait."

"Yep. Let's go." Ellis cupped his hands over his mouth. "Q! Gerald!"

"Right, then." Leonas pressed the cloth to the wound.

"I probably can."

"Fourteen, and I haven't seen my parents in a few months."

Valzwyn starts talking to whoever Ookla the Knight's character is. "So... what's your name?"

"Seeya!" The shopkeeper waved.

A few hours later, the yevon in Janice's sat in a small room, frowning at its choice in attire. An old pair of trousers, and a tank top from a dumpster? They'd have to fix that. "Kuno will see you soon. Understand that he's a very busy ma--person." "I don't mind waiting." The assistant nodded. "Thank you." He walked out. All ways quiet for a few moments. LET ME OUT. The yevon jumped, then shook its head. The girl was running out of strength; it took her hours to even say those three words, though she did say them with a lot of vigour. She was strong; at least in willpower. The yevon wasn't so sure about physical strength. It poked its own pale, flimsy arm, laced with the power of the Queen to control Janice's Aspect of pain. Poor Janice hadn't known what they were called, naming them her Traces. She keeps fighting. You must destroy her. I will. Eventually. It will be easier once we have begun my work; watching herself kill will be the finishing blow to her soul, and I can become Complete. @I Am A Fish

"Yeah. Hold up; this guy's still asleep."