[Wanting to fight and the reality of their polarized sides is completely different. Sync doesn't want to fight right now. He's weak and sore on top of recovering from the wounds he received on the Tartarus.
God, Anise is so stubborn. And yet he can see a little bit of Luke, a little bit of Ember in her casual idealism. He chuckles then, a wry and terrible noise followed by another string of coughing.]
Ugh. I'm not sure who's more pathetic right now.
[He reaches out, hesitates, and then touches the arm steadying him.]
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[Wanting to fight and the reality of their polarized sides is completely different. Sync doesn't want to fight right now. He's weak and sore on top of recovering from the wounds he received on the Tartarus.
God, Anise is so stubborn. And yet he can see a little bit of Luke, a little bit of Ember in her casual idealism. He chuckles then, a wry and terrible noise followed by another string of coughing.]
Ugh. I'm not sure who's more pathetic right now.
[He reaches out, hesitates, and then touches the arm steadying him.]