[There is no hesitation in his voice and this time, Pharos doesn't pick up another card. He doesn't have to. He knows which card would be staring back at him. ...Or perhaps it would be something unexpected after all.]
...he's my friend. [There is still something akin to wonder in his voice. What has grown from the accident which happened all those years ago is difficult to put into words. Friendship seems too small.]
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[There is no hesitation in his voice and this time, Pharos doesn't pick up another card. He doesn't have to. He knows which card would be staring back at him. ...Or perhaps it would be something unexpected after all.]
...he's my friend. [There is still something akin to wonder in his voice. What has grown from the accident which happened all those years ago is difficult to put into words. Friendship seems too small.]