"Sometimes I wonder why your navigator wants to preserve my life so desperately." He said, doodling in his journal.
He paused, thoughtful tapping his pen against his lower lip. "Infatuation? Perhaps a certain…kinship. She reminds me of myself…"
"She's not like you."
Dark Ace eyed him shrewdly, then without warning, dropped all pretenses. "You know I won't talk."
Silence. Then, "I know."
Red eyes flashed. "So how much longer will you indulge her foolish whims?"
Aerrow looked away first.
He didn't answer.
"Pathetic." Dark Ace murmured. "Simply sad…how you are losing control."
Dark Ace laughed contemptuously.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 96