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Aichi spoke for hours, and Kai listened. The afternoon shadows lengthened and Aichi, without realizing it, somehow came to rest with his back against the dragonās side, drowsy with his radiant heat. Kai did not protest, instead falling into a dazed wonder, his chest expanding with a growing warmth toward the boy cuddling against him.
Finally, Aichiās voice thickened and slowed as his eyelids fluttered closed. āI wish I could have played Vanguard with you,ā he said, āI really hope I can one day.ā
āVanguard caused all of this,ā Kai growled.
ā''S just a game, Kai. And you were just a boy. It was a tragedy. Wasnāt either⦠of⦠your⦠faultsā¦ā












