Sunstorm grimaced. "I wish I could be angry. I should be angry. I don't know what you've done to her, Bastion—"
"August," he said.
"… I know your name," Sunstorm said. Her eyes bore into his again. "Do you actually care for her? Or is she your puppet, like I suspect she is?"
"Does my answer matter to you? I feel like you've made up your mind." August couldn't deny that Sunstorm's opinion of him hurt. He cared for her, even if she hated him right now.
"Hmph. True," Sunstorm grunted out. "In the end, I suppose we can only determine this with swords and magic. If you're half the Bastion you appear to be, then Sen's fate will be in your hands. If you're the lucky charlatan I think you are, then I'll take her back and give her life she deserves."
August felt that Sunstorm was being a little fatalistic, but that was natural for her.
Before Sunstorm moved, Sen hit her with another blast of fire. Sunstorm shouted something about it being "unfair," but August didn't care.
