Midnight of the day of the departure of the grove…
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"Ah… what is that saying? Oh, oh. I remember now. What the gods give, they may also take back. He who grants life holds the keys to death. Something, something like that. Yada, Yada, Yada."
Cedric sighed. With his hands behind his head as a pillow, he was lying on the ground chewing a blade of grass and staring at nothing in particular. His legs were resting on something… no, actually, not something, but rather, someone.
The blade of grass tilted to the side as he muttered again.
"At this point, I'm just blathering rubbish, right?"
His eyes slowly went down to the individual his legs were resting on.
Kneeling and acting as a human footstool was Levi. The boy was shivering in fear and tears were rolling out of his eyes, dripping onto the ground beneath him.
When he heard the question, he flinched and shook. Then, stuttering over his own breath, he managed to choke out, "No, no. You are not blathering rubbish."
