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My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright

Quite how they've found themselves here is something that will forever confound Mateo, but he's unashamedly glad for his father's solid presence and steady voice. "Me lo prometti?" he whispers back, sounding much younger than he'd like, but not able to necessarily control it right now. Sniffling and wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand (thus smudging his eyeliner, of course), Mateo peers up at Remi.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'll go to the Haven. It's just... a lot. War is a lot." Blinking quickly, he tucks his head right back beneath Remi's chin, huffing out a long, exhausted breath. "I wish you didn't have to go."

mateo!