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The Person Below Me
Weaver of Shadows replied to The Awakened Salad's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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Edgar frowned himself. He’d said something wrong, he just didn’t know what. ”I think a little bit of rest for all of is would be good. You look pretty ragged from your run yourself, Harold.”
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“I wonder who the traitor will be though,” Edgar said, still whispering. “I think it’s best that we try not to get too attached to the others, we know someone will betray us.”
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“I don’t like this,” Edgar said to Jenny. “But I don’t know if that third line is about Roy. After all, he’s the farthest from a friend I know. But I still don’t trust him on this quest.” He made sure his voice was low enough that he wouldn’t be overheard. “Actually, I think I’m pretty safe from that third line.” He smiled at her. “After all, you’re the only person I call friend, and I trust you.”
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Edgar was very glad she had excluded him from those who would be celebrating. He knew he’d be doing the opposite. He stood too, shaking a little bit.
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He followed willingly.
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Ok, let’s go then. I trust your instincts.
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I’ve theorized the last unknown shard to be Wisdom, there other wobs that hint at it.
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“Nice to meet you?”
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Edgar didn’t say he could do it. He would, but only if Jenny wanted him to. Not for the others.
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Edgar smiled a little, it seemed like he’d helped somewhat, though not enough.
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“This isn’t your job to fix, at least not alone. If your dad did steal it…well maybe he’d at least listen to you?” Edgar started freaking out inwardly. He wasn’t good with people, especially not in a crisis like this.
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I suspect it’s the Intents of three shards.
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“Go then.” He turned back to Jenny, unsure of what to say. He didn’t know exactly why she was upset.
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Edgar dropped to the ground next to her, a little harder than he meant to, his right leg giving out halfway down. Very, very hesitantly, he put a friendly arm around her shoulders. He didn’t usually comfort people, but this was a good way, right?
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“Who are you?”
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He smiled back. He wished she’d let him help her somehow. She’d helped him so much, and he wanted to pay it back. But more than that, she was his friend. He wanted her to be in less pain.
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“Of course, we weren’t going to let it get you.” “Ok.” He withdrew his arm. “I’m here if you need me though.”
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“Fine.” “Thank you,” he whispered to Jenny. He offered her his arm to lean on, her could tell her leg was hurting pretty badly.
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“Get going where?”
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“Not alone you won’t. I’ll be with you.” He could tell she was hurting, if Roy attacked she probably wouldn’t stand a chance. His Gift became a shield, a defensive weapon. He wouldn’t attack first, but he would be ready.
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Edgar stood up quickly, stumbling slightly. He moved between Roy and Jenny. “I’m not going to die to the acid, so unless you’ve poisoned something else then I’ll live. Like she said, don’t be stupid.”
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“Going to strike me down while I’m weakened?”
