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[Light]

He tugs at the necklace weakly, the golden clasp melded together in the back. "Ha..." He lets go of the necklace and rubs his throat, "Sleep will remedy that... Lets go back."

[CrimsonMoon]

She stands again, frowning as she stares at the smokey black sky and nods,"... Now that I know who you are... It's only a matter of time before He knows too..."

[Light]

He scratches a hand through his thick red hair, the wild spikes in the front covered with soot, "He? It was inevitable I suppose, who ever it is." He lowers his hand and forms a right fist before lifting it up in the air, "It doesn't matter what I am. If he plans on fighting, then I will protect my clan."

[CrimsonMoon]

She stares at him, her eyes half closed,".... And i'll be beside you," she murmurs, slanding

[Light]

"Mm!" He nods his head and picks up the shoulder of his burned kimono, tearing it off as he looked back to the castle, "Kitto will be happy that you'll stay." He looks back at her, his blue eyes having a tired glaze over them. "Are you able to walk back?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm more concerned about you," She chuckles holdig her hand out to him

[Light]

He reaches out and misses her hand the first time he grasps before it, before finally grabbing a hold of it, "it's notta big deal,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She pulls him up, wrapping her other arm around him to make sure he didnt fall," Your depth perception is a bit off, my king," she points out siftly

[Light]

"Minor complication," he insists while taking a step forward, "It's fine."

[CrimsonMoon]

She chuckles and supports him gently, glancing around at the giant bodies,"... Your wars are much cleaner then ours," she points out gently

[Light]

"They are?" He tilts his head down, continuing the slow pace, "I guess so. There aren't many clans that would jump up to go to war with one another."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Our wars are... Imagin six to a hundrend different clans on each side... Drag it on for a year or two of pure slaughter," she mutters softly

[Light]

"We don't have that many people," he snorts softly, "We'd be wiped out in a year if we constantly went at it."

[CrimsonMoon]

" But your clans constantly battle each other," She points out," even if it is over a course of decades and generations

[Light]

"But during the times we have peace," he counters, "Where children are born and supplies is traded between each other. They won't keep this up long, they don't have their own way of making war armor."

[CrimsonMoon]

" they fight even when they cant win.." She muses softly,"... Fantastic."

[Light]

"Honor bound," he bobs his head, "They'll call us with a white flag and we'll meet halfway when they think they won't be shamed."

[CrimsonMoon]

" ... Ah," she glances back and frowns at the battle field as she supported him,"... Your culture is so refined... Hm..."

[Light]

"Thank you," he slowly says, his lips upturned in a small confused grin, "I suppose that's better than what we usually get--mud crawling maggots."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Refined maggots," she chuckles and leads him back to the city gates, now the whole city would know she was female...