[Dion has always been the protector. As lord commander, his sole duty was to ensure that the flames of war never reached the innocent people of Sanbreque, and later of Twinside. There was no one else above him, no one to fall back upon. To be protected is an alien concept.
And yet, here he is. Safe beneath the shield of a stranger, and further protected by the light and warmth of the Phoenix. He should be balking at the discomfort and unfamiliarity. Instead, it only serves to relax him further.
Unfortunately, it also serves to loosen his tongue all the more.]
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And yet, here he is. Safe beneath the shield of a stranger, and further protected by the light and warmth of the Phoenix. He should be balking at the discomfort and unfamiliarity. Instead, it only serves to relax him further.
Unfortunately, it also serves to loosen his tongue all the more.]
You are a gift.