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âFucking idiots...they canât go on without their precious Score.â Syncâs hatred of the Score could be heard as he said his last two words. Grumbling, he watched the knights took the disgruntled individual away. Turning back to his fellow replica, Sync crossed his arms over his chest.Â
Keeping his gaze low, he spoke to Ion. âItâs my forced upon job...thatâs all.â The former God-General was now tasked with protecting Fon Master Ion. Sighing, he felt more apathetic than anything else. Having been resurrected not once, but twice, Sync merely went about his days.Â
Even so, he carried out his tasks. Pretty much following Ion everywhere he had to go, with Sync around the other guardians didnât have to exclusively watch over their Fon Master. However, the only Oder members that seemed to like him was his fellow replicas...and Tritheim. Not that he cared. They could all fuck off as far as he was concerned. Despite his feelings for Ion, conflicted as they were, he was nice to him. He kept telling himself thatâs why he was following âordersâ and protecting him. âYou have a meeting soon. We should head that way.âÂ