...they aren't permanent, but it still hurts. And it's. Worrying. To see you that way.
[Is that overstepping? Sinclair doesn't want to push too much. But he does worry. And maybe it's the armor cloaking him in its warmth and affection but he feels like he can speak a little more confidently than he could before.
Victory is within his grasp.
That kind of feeling.
It's nice.
He nods, drawing out his lance to prepare himself for the final enemy]
I'm ready.
[If it's like the other dungeons, they will be given a second to prepare before they step inside. That means he can be a good and proper shield]
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[Is that overstepping? Sinclair doesn't want to push too much. But he does worry. And maybe it's the armor cloaking him in its warmth and affection but he feels like he can speak a little more confidently than he could before.
Victory is within his grasp.
That kind of feeling.
It's nice.
He nods, drawing out his lance to prepare himself for the final enemy]
I'm ready.
[If it's like the other dungeons, they will be given a second to prepare before they step inside. That means he can be a good and proper shield]