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aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

'Well...that might just save you a world of grief.' The alchemist says with a stiff shrug. It's easier now, with greater lengths of time between curses and incidents than before, but still something inside of his bones thaws and then immediately child. "I was an abandoned too, for a time. Or a hybrid, I suppose. And back then, shrines rarely did me any good." Did they now? That was a harder question to answer.

Following behind the younger man, Remi finds his shoulders relaxing as they leave the warble of the market-goers behind them. 'The Kydd?' He wonders, not even knowing the coppery-haired man's name let alone his surname.

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