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"Is that so…?"

His tone is curious, as is only appropriate in address to some unknown informer ─ and yet also somehow impertinent. He dares to return question light-heartedly more than anything else, his voice lacking any distress or discomfort that would otherwise be a inevitable in the face of so ominous a message. More audacious still is his eventual reply to the phantom messenger,

"Then tell them to hurry along. I grow weary of waiting with every passing year."

The others words were a door opened to the envoy of Death. Drifting from the darkness a pair of arms curled around the corpse in utter silence before the hand reached into the fabric of the males very being. 

Her hand half grasped one of two souls inside. "Thanatos will be quite pleased with me for bringing you back, Marz Von Ludowing. It's time to come home." The maiden lightly began to pull at the strings of his spirit but delayed the taking of it. She was curious whether if she would take it, would the body revert to whom it used to be, or remain how it was now?

           Something so sweet shouldn't be so wrong.

Nothing can be a lie here. Words, action, feelings they were all put into this. Hard effort.

Maiden of the orchard was not like many others. She felt the flustered emotion of love for a man who produced her. No one could say it was the wrong thing to do. Every action here was justified. Like the apples and crops grown through their fields. The brunette believed in this as much as her and her dad.

Happiness is a rare bliss for Amethystos, however the closer he found himself to feel such thing was in his fight against the General and King of Anatolia. When he saw the silent horror at recognising the reason of his death, of all his people’s death: they were protected by the blood of slaves, and so their protection was stolen from them by those same slaves.

The night where the flames covered the city of Ilion was one of the few he felt in peace with himself, even if soon the disaster followed in the form of Arcadia’s tropes.

But it was perfect, he felt truly happy… the sooner he finished his job, the best. He could fight Moira and the future would be in the hands of humanity.

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Her own error in address is understandable - even after a day, he’s still coming to terms with their ‘marriage’ himself. “I am certain I didn’t, yes. If you have not seen it, no matter: I will continue looking for it myself.”

"─Is something the matter at all, Lie…bchen?" Unfamiliar as his tongue is to the dear term of address, it comes a touch hesitantly, but it’s by no means meant insincerely. (For now, anyway.) "You seem vaguely troubled, somehow."

Just what part of this hour so far has troubled her? Oh, everything; From the concept of this union to the form of endearment he has been addressing her. Just... how is she supposed to act at this point?