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It wasn't worth arguing with his brother when he got so headed. Benkei just solemnly looked at the ground and nodded. [color=#98A9B1]"Right."[/color] He sighed. Was surviving even worth it? He'd seen the broken spirits and dead eyes of several Wayfairers in the city by now. How much more could his spirit endure? Could he even survive? Anything was better than this. And nothing Luci or any of Mystic Prophecy could do could beat the shame he felt being fussed at by his brother for letting his own broken family continue to break his spirit. 

He simply followed behind Rael. [color=#98A9B1]"I'm not sure what I want," he muttered. "But for now, let's just rip off the bandage and meet with Mystic Prophecy."[/color]

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