#stoicorumroseus

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“Are you sick? Are you terminal? Is it like that movie A Walk to Remember?”

            “...I have a cold?”

           Confusion was writ upon her face alongside a reddened nose and swollen cheeks; prompting the summoner to reach out and grasp at empty air before her fingers located a tissue. Bringing the soft paper to her face, she blew hard to try and rid herself of the snot that limited her breathing, giving herself a small reprieve from the other’s ( awkward ) concern.

            “Do you even get sick, Lightning? If this is your -- wait.” There was a long pause as the woman’s entire phrase struck her like lightning, and Yuna’s brows furrowed as heterochromatic gaze peered at the warrior suspiciously. Or, at least, as suspiciously as one could before a frustrated huff followed the furious dabbing of her nose.

            “You’ve seen A Walk To Remember?”

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I will kick you in your nads.

“Aw, c’mon! Just one kiss to your neck! Please?”

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@stoicorumroseus {continued}

When someone like him said something like that, she knew it was getting tough. But it made her wonder just why he would lose hope like that. A serious expression crossed the usual scowl, then concern.

❝Why would you say that? ❞

Perhaps a few questions crossed her mind, but not one to overthink or over talk, the pinkette crossed her arms. It was times like these she didn’t know what to say, so saying nothing at all was the appropriate response.

“I simply speak the facts.” How matters would go from bad to worse, it seemed so... Obvious? Unsurprising? It seemed his life was never getting simpler, regardless of how he fought. How long he struggled, how hard he tried. Kain kept watching things fall apart. To say he was without his own hopes for a better outcome would be incorrect, though Kain found he wasn’t as confident as he wished to be. 

“But, such is fate.” He lifts the helmet from his head, holding it under his arm and tapping his nails against it. Kain felt a peculiar mixture of impatience and anxiety, glancing up at the sky above himself. “They who fight must also encounter some form of trial, after all.”