Hoo, boy. She was pissed. With a sigh he felt Zaiten dissolve and shift back into his body, needing rest. No soul could be fragmented for so long.
"Back atcha- I could hold the little guy for a bit, give your arms a break. We're makin' good time to the top, but the last hundred feet or so look like a real trip."
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Date: 2019-06-08 01:04 am (UTC)From:"Back atcha- I could hold the little guy for a bit, give your arms a break. We're makin' good time to the top, but the last hundred feet or so look like a real trip."