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Etor's glum expression replaces the old expression of being lost. He's regained his bearings but cannot shake the loss of control and how ashamed his father would be of him for speaking what was instilled in him to be forbidden.

[b]Etor:[/b][i] "... Yeah. I'll go. " [/i]

The spearman moved quickly but with ragged breathe as he stifled tears. Trying to harden himself for the battlefield. The boy in the battlefield of warriors ostracized himself mentally. He kept spiralling until he saw Lyun across the battlefield. When the door opened the large axeman was barely standing, bloodied and fierce. The youngling stared and steadied himself. To live is to persist. He believed himself to be redeemable. Etor is nothing if not persistent.

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