Haruhara shrugged. “I’d invite Grace–but she’s not the fighting type… I don’t tend to really make friends.” He slung the trident back over his shoulders. “No real point to getting all attached to people when you’re alive and you aren’t. One day, people are crying over a grave I’m not in. The next? They don’t even know my name.”

(Dark actually seems a little sympathetic at that.)

A pity. Then it shall be you and I.


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