The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[bloodweapon]

[Despite the fact that there are other people around, Fray's more focused on Argenti than anything else happening in the room. This is one of the few times he isn't bright red when Argenti says such beautiful, flowery words, and he's wearing his helmet. Oh well.]

Of course it does. I will not leave your side - not now, not ever. I will remain right here with you until that illusion has shattered.

[He holds his dear knight tightly, like letting go simply isn't an option at all, heedless of the fact that the illusion has already been broken and Argenti is freed.]

[beautifulknight]

[ It's fine...they can be here for awhile longer until a bit after the illusion has shattered. Argenti himself will bask in the warmth of Fray's arms a bit indulgently until he realizes that they'll need to return to what needs to be done. But first he will say this: ]

...Good. I knew you would not, but still, it warms my heart that you would say so.

[ It is a moment that is very much needed, and from Argenti's perspective, rather practical, given what Atem has thrown at them (if his heart feels such unrestrained warmth from it? All the better.) ]

[bloodweapon]

[His grip remains tight on Argenti, like he's a lifeline. Despite the fact that Argenti's the one dealing with the illusion, Fray's just as desperate to hold on.]

Of course, my beloved. I will always be here for you, no matter what you may need me for.