[ Chiron has conceded and that's all Achilles can ever ask for. A spike of pride bubbles up within his chest, and he can't contain the smile it spurs. While it is a childish reaction, he can't deny himself the satisfaction.
He follows obediently despite it all, as if it were the natural thing to do. His lance bounces against his shoulder as he trudges through the deep sand, kicking up soft grain with the bloodied toe of his boot. ]
What? Are you worried we'll fade eventually without Masters? [ A little wry, like he doesn't think it is possible. But it is. ] For now, there are other ways of harvesting mana. Right, Teacher?
[ There's added inflection to his voice, emphasizing the suggestion. ]
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He follows obediently despite it all, as if it were the natural thing to do. His lance bounces against his shoulder as he trudges through the deep sand, kicking up soft grain with the bloodied toe of his boot. ]
What? Are you worried we'll fade eventually without Masters? [ A little wry, like he doesn't think it is possible. But it is. ] For now, there are other ways of harvesting mana. Right, Teacher?
[ There's added inflection to his voice, emphasizing the suggestion. ]