In a world where I'm still not sure what my role truly is, I'd guess that time was the most important thing that I still had in spades. Well, I say that, but I highly doubt that it would change in the near future so long as we let the world go around and move forward. In retrospect, it was kind of a bad idea to not even move away from our humble safe house despite it being located so damn near to an admittedly poorly maintained road.
Then again, it might just be my paranoia talking since we've been here for about a year without being disturbed.
If I was gauging my own body clock properly, I'd say I was about twenty years old now. My previously short hair had grown to being flowy, back-length crimson locks which I actually just put into a ponytail since it looked cool, and my body had only grown stronger from the constant training alongside Aria and my sister.
"Brother!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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