[There's been a thought in the back of his mind for a while now: niggling, frustrating, and although he's tried to ignore it - it's not the time, there's no point, don't poke the bear, dammit - it won't seem to leave him alone. It quieted down when things grew too busy or some nonsense was happening in town again, but when things grew settled, it came back to bug him once more. And after Pneuma awoke at last... well, that was the nail in the coffin, and his thoughts keep wandering back to it. The what if. The seed that Pyra had planted months ago, after she'd fused a crystal to his chest.
It comes to mind completely at random after lunch one day, at the tail end of dishes, and he exhales through his nose as an annoyed fine, ugh, and withdraws his hands from the soapy water to turn towards Pyra.]
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It comes to mind completely at random after lunch one day, at the tail end of dishes, and he exhales through his nose as an annoyed fine, ugh, and withdraws his hands from the soapy water to turn towards Pyra.]
....Hey. Can I ask you something weird?