[ Well, he wasn't expecting that. Or maybe he was... but it's still a shock, getting punched in the face by Noire.
He stumbles half a step, a hand automatically going to his jaw, and recovers slowly. When he looks back at her, wincing, it's difficult to meet her eyes again. But he does, knowing full well that he deserves anything she'll dish out at him. ]
I couldn't leave her... Not when she needed me most.
[ But where his voice held conviction on the battlefield, it now holds fatigue. ]
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He stumbles half a step, a hand automatically going to his jaw, and recovers slowly. When he looks back at her, wincing, it's difficult to meet her eyes again. But he does, knowing full well that he deserves anything she'll dish out at him. ]
I couldn't leave her... Not when she needed me most.
[ But where his voice held conviction on the battlefield, it now holds fatigue. ]