Samuel
Seren smiled and Sam was relieved: he hoped that might be the end of it. He had no idea whether or not Ronin would be alright, really; though he did hope so himself. While he had had an odd relationship with the man lately, he certainly didn't wish any harm on him."Oh, y-you are?" He asked, unaware of how close so many of his friends were in Torchline. "I su...suppose he must be busy be-being Arbiter, hm? Well, you pro-probably have your own th...things to do. Have you lea-learnt to read and write?" To most children Seren's age this question would probably be borderline offensive, but she had aged quickly like Felix and that God-accelerated youth had not.
I drink too much coffee and I think of you often
In a city where reality has long been forgotten
