[Another apology. Something inside Lloyd tugs painfully at the words. He wants to believe the angel. He wants to believe that maybe, just maybe, they don't have to be enemies. But how can he believe anything when the angel is lying, claiming he's Emil?
He shoulders slump.
Then he shakes his head. He waits until he's certain the angel is gone, then grits his teeth and pushes himself up off the ground despite the burning pain that flares in his side. One hand clamped around his side, he collects his swords, one by one, then unsteadily begins the long and agonizing journey back to his home.]
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He shoulders slump.
Then he shakes his head. He waits until he's certain the angel is gone, then grits his teeth and pushes himself up off the ground despite the burning pain that flares in his side. One hand clamped around his side, he collects his swords, one by one, then unsteadily begins the long and agonizing journey back to his home.]