[when Prompto speeds over, Merlin laughs, sheathing the sword in his staff again, letting him run around like he's been charged with electricity. whatever got powered up in him, it was interesting to see - everyone was different, Merlin had found.]
You're welcome. If you feel like that, then my magic is doing its job. It's far too early to be retiring from this fight, after all.
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You're welcome. If you feel like that, then my magic is doing its job. It's far too early to be retiring from this fight, after all.