Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150309093937/@comment-29458028-20150312063756

Raphael finally regained his breath, as he felt his magicka come surging back to full levels. He didn't know how long he actually waited, but he was tired. His mastery over the sleep cycle and how to avoid sleep prevented him from dosing off.

The tiredness was fading, though. Raphael knew he grossly overreacted earlier, but somehow, he felt he did the right thing, even though it wasn't the best choice cost-benefit wise.

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Remillia continued to lie against the wall of the carriage. She looked slightly wistful, but mostly like she was contemplating something. Whatever she was thinking, though, was unknown.

"My son, I hope you are happy, wherever you are. I know you are alive, somewhere out there..." muttered Remillia under her breath.