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[Once, when Merlin and Allen had still remembered things and Rhode had just left Allen had asked him why people found hate so easy. Why no one understood and expected everyone to bow before it. Merlin's answer had echoed his thoughts. "I don't know Allen. I don't get it." There they had been Dragon Lord and Exorcist. Two heavy hitters that just wanted the fighting to end.
Fights were the staple of Adstringendum. You either fought or knew someone who could. Powered and non-alike. There was bias, prejudice, and violence at every corner. Yet at moments like that there was mutual cooperation and knowing. Comrades in the beautiful dreams they carried like standards of love raised for the world to see. Being hugged back, reminded Allen of that.
It was the last time anyone had hugged him with that kind of bridge shining like star in their hearts. Rhode hugs weren't the same as that. They paled in comparison, a dull gray that lightened a little with time. But that wasn't important.
No.
This was.]
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