[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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[color=#008b8b][i]"Renar."[/i][/color]

His tone was recognizably sharper than it had been with Serenity moments earlier. He understood where Renar was [i]coming[/i] from, of course, but he couldn't—[i]wouldn't[/i]—hide the disapproval he felt at the man's words. [color=#008b8b]"It isn't our choice to judge, [i]nor[/i] to feel insult at. Clearly they saw something in him, we should try to keep him alive and grow his strengths into a worthy knight. If we're [i]lucky,[/i] he and Fleuri will both realize their mistakes in that absurdity of a fight."[/color]

The formality was fully dropped in that moment; in the face of such clear ill-wishing for one of their own, Fionn's own temper would take precedence over his paying lip-service to propriety. The attempt to so quickly change the topic, especially after saying as much as he just had, didn't go unignored either; if anything, it just [i]contributed[/i] to his willingness to immediately reprimand Renar's attitude.

Same actual rank or no; friends or no. Some things just shouldn't be allowed.

[color=#008b8b]"The captain, for her part, was managing to hold out until we arrived, and doesn't seem too worse for wear. She'll manage fine, I think, so long as we can keep her from walking into any more ambushes."[/color] The flickering glance at Serenity didn't go unnoticed either, but he wasn't about to let her thoughts on the captain stop him from delivering his own. He'd just have to hope he wouldn't have to get in an outright argument with either of them when all he'd been looking for was confirmation that the battle was as insane on their ends as he'd thought.