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Her sight as a Master would say it all. Every parameter but Luck was E, currently. Her sight as Airi could even indicate that his "intent", if it could be called that, was 'to fade'. Defeat was all it could be called.

At the sound of her voice, however, the portly man turned his head, surprised. Concern? Obliging her was natural, even reflexive. His body felt like soggy lead, and there was visible effort in staggering off the street to the sidewalk.

Norton collapsed on a street corner, shakily pushing himself up to lay his back against a streetlight to look up at Airi.

[color=tomato]"Lass...you can't be normal, if you aren't scared."[/color] Despite saying something rather weighty like that, his mustache was curled upwards over a smile. With his old uniform, he looked like a wounded, even dying soldier. The saber at his side evaporated, as he unconsciously ceased to manifest it along with his hat. Prana conservation was all he could attempt.

Or perhaps not. Norton understood what this chance of fortune could mean, and a sense akin to a faint throbbing within his spiritual core egged him on.

[color=tomato]"I'll fade away in a minute or two without a Master, lass. Please, contract with me! I have to set things right!"[/color]

The Emperor's eyes looked up at hers. His intent was "to survive" for a moment, but it catalyzed a higher intent: "to rectify".