“I know,” Kratos says quietly to the green-and-white arshis, who was whining at him about how much he’d missed the seraph. Lloyd called him a dog-imagine that. It sounded like the boy, from what Kratos knew of him. What little Kratos knew of him. Lloyd… He sighed a little. He never thought he’d see the boy again, had been so sure he was dead, and
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