ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝒔𝒕𝑎r̶d̶u̶𝑠𝑡

( he stares at the sky, slightly exhaling. ) . . . look. i know you two are destined to leave again at some point, probably take paimon with you. will ... i be left behind? after i help you both complete your goal.

just sayin' . . . she didn't have her look for 500 years. then again, she didn't care much. ( now that he has /one/ of the twins' questions, his look shifts to a more serious one. ) hey. i also, have a question.

Actually freezes. "...."

“...𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝.”

( there goes the sword, falling to the ground. ) meh, not really. the less you talk to them, the more distant you grow. i only got my mom, really. but we're close. you remember her, right?

yeah, what a loser. ( pointing his sword to the sky, roughly circling a constellation with the tip of his blade. the night sky in the teapot... ) ah, i almost forgot. aether said your family might be somewhere in that direction?

“𝙆𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙞’𝙖𝙝…𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩? 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚...”

what? it's not like we didn't offer him anything to prevent it. ( seems that tackle took a lot out of him. he's just letting it happen. )

better than us fighting over the president of universitas magistrorum. can you believe he's losing hair. ( yes, he's still on that. )