Amid everything good that had occurred this morning, WEsley had nearly forgotten about the realization he had earlier about him being Fandaniel. Additionally, he hadn’t the heart to explain it to Nadeline because he didn’t quite understand it himself. He knew he was Fandaniel - or least he suspected it. The odds were probably in his favor for it go well as he’d try to explain it; although there wasn’t any guarantee that Nadeline would take it as well as he would hope. No, maybe she would be fine with the Fandaniel part of it, but him wanting to run away wouldn’t set well , especially after he pledged to give up his adventuring days to be with her and their baby.

[color=sienna][i]Stop fretting about it.[/i][/color] After days of silence, Hashmal offered his wisdom.

You’ve sure been silent, haven’t you?

[color=sienna][i]I apologize for that, Wesley. Your...awakening has been difficult on me as well, but I’ve been here listening to what happened. You should tell her the whole truth and nothing but the truth.[/i][/color]

Wesley shook his head and let out a strained sigh. He still had his eyes on Nadeline. “[color=fff79a] suppose the short version is that, I am Fandaniel. As you well know. And even further, I had a thought of leaving because I thought that meant I would be a danger to you. I honestly thought that, but maybe not anymore. I don’t know if this is making any sense, but in the short hour that passed, I feel as though that part of my mind has changed. Moreover, I think being Fandaniel isn’t a bad thing.[/color]” Wesley thought about it as he spoke. “[color=fff79a]I cannot speak about Caeru or Sanguine for I do not quite understand. Maybe they couldn’t deal with this revelation and that’s why they built [i]The Protector[/i] to being some evil man or maybe there was some other Protector out there. Frankly, all I know is that I’m the same Wesley I’ve always been.[/color]” He affirmed her, squeezing her hand as to convince not only her but himself.
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As tender as the atmosphere around them was, Savayna still couldn’t help but feel as though something else was on Grant’s mind. So, as the kiss broke apart and her field of cornflower met a conflicted plains of dark orchids, Savayna wondered what could be on his mind. Had he found her explanation for why she couldn’t remember, then he would’ve made it obvious to her; even if he couldn’t speak, Grant had other ways to convey such actions - ways that were more physical and alarming than simply grunting - which he did.

“[color=lightblue]What exactly is wrong with you? Like, how come you can only talk through the use of Zeromus?[/color]” Savayna asked Grant. She kept her eyes on him, judging his mannerisms for some kind of hint.