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[theydrewfirstblood]

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[theydrewfirstblood]

"There are others here. Maybe they could help." he muses, Serranai still in his thoughts as he says it. "I know it sounds crazy, but..."

He can't quite hide a smile, thinking of his picnic in the woods with Serranai.

"...one of 'em tried to help me. And if she thinks she can save me? I think she really does care."

[blindwatchersees]

There's a long pause.

"The claim on my soul is strong. Do you really think this spirit of yours would be willing enough to fight for it?" His emberglow eyes are staring daggers into John.

[theydrewfirstblood]

"...I think if she'll fight for me, she'll fight for anyone."

It's simple, it's honest--and it's so true it hurts a little. Because the care she's shown him...

He trusts her to have his back. He's trusted her to guide him to help when she can't be there, and she hasn't steered him wrong yet.

Nodding to himself a little, he meets those glowing eyes head on.

"Serranai. She'll help you--and if you don't feel comfortable asking, I will. I, uh--I been making offerings once a month. I'll leave something on your behalf."

[blindwatchersees]

"Would you, now?" There's something odd about his smile. It's hard to tell if his expression is cynical, or just surprised.

"Very well, then. Give your appeals to your goddess. And I'll be willing to offer her whatever services she requests, if she decides it's actually worth helping out a wretch like me."