Lorenzo nodded solemnly at Jaakuna, giving him a thumbs up. The blonde knew exactly what needed to be done, his fatherly experience coming into play. Though he had to admit, he was just as surprised as Lannit was, though for a different reason; Wendy had all the tell-tale signs, even if she wasn’t constantly holding her growing belly. She avoided meat like the plague, she tried not to be on her feet too much (likely due to swelling), and her choice of food was…unique. Of course, Lorenzo only knew because he was always with Karolina when she was pregnant, otherwise he probably would have been as clueless as Lannit.

The prince approached Lannit, slinging his arms around the shocked man’s shoulder comfortingly. He stared right at him, his golden eyes piercing, and he would begin to explain as slowly as he could. “[color=darkorange]You see, Lannit, you and Wendy have reached that special stage in your relationship—the kind where hot, burning passion ascends the emotions we bear in our hearts and turns into something physical. With that in mind, I’m sure you got curious about each other’s bodies, and—[/color]” Lorenzo stopped as he noticed both Jaakuna and Lannit’s looks. They seemed entirely disapproving on his speech (they were actually annoyed with him, but he couldn’t tell) and Lorenzo would blink in confusion.

“[color=darkorange]What? You wanted to me talk to him![/color]” Lorenzo defended himself, releasing Lannit. He let out a grumble under his breath, though he would straighten up again. “[color=darkorange]Listen up, you knocked up your girl, so she’s going to give you the seed of your love in a couple of months. Not sure why she hasn’t let you know, but it is what it is,[/color]” He was much more straightforward this time, bearing a shit-eating grin. “[color=darkorange]Congrats, Daddy![/color]”

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When Savayna finally realized and understood Grant’s own shock, he was relieved. Yet, he was troubled. Sure, most people would never be able to take a bullet between the eyes and live to tell the tale, but he honestly never thought Levi of all people would be one of those people. It was almost uncanny, and he half expected her to jump up and try to stab them both.

Letting out a sigh, he would lift his hand, Zeromus’ Seal glowing on it briefly. “[color=purple]I did have some help,[/color]” He admitted, clearly referring to his Esper. “[color=purple]A power I had never dreamed I could acquire…it reminded me much of Wesley’s power in Giruvegan. Zeromus was with me all the way, and while it was no normal bullet, it did have some Arcane Magicks entwined…she left herself wide open to attack.[/color]”

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There was that name again, and the mention of his brother nearly sent Wesley into shock. Not that Nadeline could blame him, especially after everything that had happened. For a split second, the haunting memories of Nabudis nearly came back, but she forced them down. Now wasn’t the time for that, she needed to make sure Wesley was alright. She would kneel down next to him, a small frown on her face. She would look back at Belle, looking at her seriously. “[color=coral]And what of it? Does he wish to claim the throne? Bring harm to the family? Why else wouldn’t he show his face around here if the rumors were true?[/color]” She honestly didn’t want to come off so rudely, but she couldn’t stand seeing Wesley like this.

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What kind of tome was that? It was…strange. And the fact that she found [i]that[/i] strange out of all things really said something. Even her nickname…though it did answer how he already knew her name before she could introduce herself. She remained quiet, only listening as he would recite information about her father. Surprisingly, she remained rather calm, though her heart ached slightly. She didn’t realize that in her quest for revenge, she had left him behind. No, it was for the best. He was safe there.

By the time she had collected her thoughts, she realized he was talking to Keiran. Just what sort of relationship did they have with one another? The way Keiran looked at Zodiark with such admiration, she would almost mistake him for a schoolgirl hanging on a crush’s every word. Keiran bowed deeply to his master, eager to please. Perhaps, in a sad way, Keiran depended not only on Zodiark’s existence, but his approval as well. A pity.

Zodiark would speak to her once more, questioning how she felt when she looked at him. What sort of question was that? She raised a fascinated eyebrow, her gaze never leaving his, though she supposed she should answer his question. [i][color=pink]Fear. Hatred. The source of all evil…[/color][/i] A rather sad voice would tell her in the back of her mind.

“[color=palevioletred]I experience silence,[/color]” She answered, ignoring the voice. “[color=palevioletred]Tranquility, it’s…comforting,[/color]” She realized it didn’t make much sense, though she figured he wasn’t looking for anything in particular. “[color=palevioletred]It means I don’t have to think or feel anything.[/color]” [i][color=palevioletred]And I don’t have to suffer…[/color][/i]