Good. Glad to hear it. [ And, genuinely, he is. Laphicet - Maotelus, he forces himself - deserves someone to check in on him before they left. He doesn't want the kid to suffer, even if he's become something far greater and far bigger than Zaveid had ever imagined being possible.
The hand on his arm, the fingers in his, snaps him out of his thoughts and he looks down at Sorey, expression softening. ] No, I'm good. I said my goodbyes a long time ago. [ He tugs back. ] Lead the way.
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The hand on his arm, the fingers in his, snaps him out of his thoughts and he looks down at Sorey, expression softening. ] No, I'm good. I said my goodbyes a long time ago. [ He tugs back. ] Lead the way.