Aerrow looked tired. Like he hadn't slept in a week.
Dark Ace smirked. That was a distinct possibility.
Aerrow peered at the man. Slightly scruffy, lacking his original armor and clothes… he still managed to look elegant and deadly.
Aerrow just looked… exhausted. Dark Ace waited.
Finally… "Dark Ace."
"Aerrow."
"I thought about your words."
Dark Ace smirked.
"I have a question."
Silence.
"You weren't enticed by Cyclonia, were you?" he paused, as though the thought was painful. "You were driven away… by Atmosia."
Dark Ace bared his teeth in a parody of a smile. "Your eyes are finally opening."
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100