[Lloyd, on the other hand, has no such qualms. He's not thinking of Mithos as his enemy at all, not even thinking of him as older. He's thinking of him as a friend, a friend who'd sounded distressed.
As soon as they draw near, Lloyd looks him over with his eyes, searching for anywhere he might be hurt. His eyes finally settle on Mithos's face.]
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As soon as they draw near, Lloyd looks him over with his eyes, searching for anywhere he might be hurt. His eyes finally settle on Mithos's face.]
Mithos, are you all right?