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Addressing [@Astarte][@Mr President][@AThousandCurses]

[center][h2][color=00FA9A]Kelemen Valentin[/color][/h2][/center] 

[Center]Budapest
District II - Tomb of Gül Baba[/center]

Kelemen had opened his mouth several times, each time with a retort, statement or even desperate declaration to make. Each and every one of his statements died in his throat. Some because someone with more presence than a literal child did spoke before he could. Others, it was because he lost confidence in his own words in the mere moments it would have taken for it to have travelled from brain to mouth. 

As a result, even when he was directly addressed, Kelemen could do nothing but open and close his mouth several times, standing dumbstruck as revelations, truths and realities were revealed to him. To him, some of the words were mysteries to him, the ideas and harsh truths superficial. Kelemen would certainly say he was more than prepared to die. He would have said it loudly, proudly, as if it were a matter of course. After all, all heroes were prepared to be hurt, and even die, if it meant protecting something, weren't they? 

Could it really be called a lie if the liar really believed what they themselves were saying? Could they lie about something they did not even truly understand? 

The clash of the servants, however, brought his confused, muddled thoughts crashing into the moment again. The force from the two trading a single blow pushed Kelemen back, forcing him to dig in his heels in order to remain where he was. His right arm was in front of his face, trying to protect his eyes from the force of the wind. 

It was then that he saw it. The trickle of blood that was running down his partner's arm. That singular notice brought his attention crashing back down to the here and now. All of his previous thoughts were pushed out of his mind as a singular focus, something to grasp onto and prevent him from focusing on the challenging questions, burst into his consciousness. 

His partner was hurt. He needed to help. 

Raising his arm in the air, Kelemen prepared to shout, almost as if partly in defiance, partly as an answer to Adina's questioning of who he was and her airing of his ignorance, he shouted. 

[color=00FA9A]"Come forth, Mechanized Courage Lor-!"[/color]

He did not get the chance to finish what he was about to say. The reason for that was simple - his partner had suddenly scooped him up, and the two of them were now in swift retreat. Kelemen let out a small indignant shout of protest, but could do not much else.