“Thank you… I think it’s because you’ve been a good teacher, Patroklos.”
Her hand extends, reaching out to grasp her brother’s hand before she would at last stand on her own two feet. Though she loathed to fight, training was necessary if she wanted to defend herself. And she wanted to be a least a little more competent in her skills, despite having little faith in her improvement. She was only thankful that her brother has been so patient with her this whole time.
❝ Father was the one who passed down what he to with time and patience, so i’m offering the same to you. ❞
Pyrrha did indeed need to defend herself as there were still other Malfested in the world. This time Patrokolos vowed on keeping a watchful eye and protect his sister any way possible. He could not let the thought of her being taken enter his mind again. She showed promise and intrigue when it came to learning, and it is best not to fail her now.









