[ Love. Said so freely, so casually it takes Mo Ran a moment to understand, and then his mouth twists. He's no one's love, not even a facsimile of someone's love, and he stands alone. It would be easy to shrug him off, but they need two to wander these halls to the lair of the Chained God, and Mo Ran wants to be there.
But that is not the driving force behind following Licyn further into the temple, away from the prying eyes of the guards. No, it's a simple thing: the incense burns in the back of his throat, and he seeks to escape it, following closely on the heels of his companion. ]
You can sense that?
[ He cannot, despite his training, useless as it is against the slumbering god in all his glory. ]
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But that is not the driving force behind following Licyn further into the temple, away from the prying eyes of the guards. No, it's a simple thing: the incense burns in the back of his throat, and he seeks to escape it, following closely on the heels of his companion. ]
You can sense that?
[ He cannot, despite his training, useless as it is against the slumbering god in all his glory. ]