Poor Lykou is having a rough time lately.
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He quickly lifted his head again to see the sereva standing in front of him with his arms crossed, looking down at him. He looked a lot more real than the other recent apparitions, more like the first time he’d seen him.
“Ku!” Lykou said, gawking at him. “W-what are you-?”
“Always running into danger, taking dumb risks, daring death,” Kuna chastised. He sighed and lowered his arms, looking down at the ground. “Honestly? It’d probably be kinder if you just didn’t let people get attached to you, so it doesn’t hurt when you’re inevitably taken from us.”
“I… Ku, I’m s-sorry,” Lykou begged and reached out for his hand. “I’m promise, I-I’ll be more caref-”
“No, I’m sorry. I… I can’t deal with that. I can’t h-handle that kind of pain again,” the sereva said, pulling his hand away, as a few of his own tears fell into the dirt below them. He then turned and started walking off. “Goodbye, Kou.”
“KU!” Lykou frantically called out after him, getting up to chase after him. “Please, don’t go! PLEASE!”