"I'm thankful for your concern, brother..." 

He started, but stopped short, a deep frown pressed against his pale face, "But for now, my only concern is for everyone to be safe." 

	The young knight continued deeper into the woods, cutting marks upon the trees, pausing periodically to properly find the words that can describe his timid thoughts. "I envy those who are selfless, because I find it hard to be..." he said after a sigh, "I am not the hero everyone deserves... I am cold and heartless, vicious and brutal. I have to remind myself that there are others who want to help me, otherwise I forget. " Mikhael cast a gaze up to the stilled giant resting across his shoulders, "These few, Lilith, Henry, Lucas... I treated them with resent since the begin ing, yet never have they scorned me. To be honest, anyone here is more deserving of the glory... That's why I find it hard to swallow that this is 'all for me'." shaking his head from the gloomy mood, stabbing his spear into the ground to hoist himself up a steep hill they had been working on, "If killing whatever cast this spell will free Lucas and return to us Henry, then that is what I will put all my effort in. We will all see this road to the end, all sharing in the glory together. That much I owe them." 

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