"’Tis a noble feeling, is it not?"

One that brought him so low, as low as possible. Clinging unevenly to the kindly outstretched hand, so as not to fall into the abyss, to its very bottom.

"To love so nobly, it must be borne as a torch, to illuminate this base world. Young Sinclair, keep it for those in need."

"Do you need it?"

"With madness! Yet I dare not say ’tis fitting for knights such as I. Thou... Well. Perchance mine hour hath not yet come. To this degree, I do feel, with regret, a wicked envy."

"...Can I just stay by your side, then?"

"E’en if I strike thee with all my might, I trow ’twill be so. And I do accept it. Some things must needs come to pass, must they not?"

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