What Amissa said sounded so peculiar, pointing out how many organization members have faced hardships much like her. “While I am saddened to hear that, I have to disagree with your view. Is pain really that valuable?” he asked, smiling faintly. Nothing good ever came out of suffering. All Ivadriel ended up as was scared and weak, struggling to catch up to the rest of society. Hearing Amissa correct his mistake only furthered that feeling of inferiority. So much information at his disposal, yet it always felt as if he was missing something the others could clearly see. “I… I’m aware of that. I was only admiring Dux.” He gave her a faint smile and a nod, silently showing he’s thankful for the clarification.
However, it seemed his assumption about Kirara was right. His attempt at encouraging her had failed. As she stood up and shot him a fiery glare, Ivadriel’s eyes widened, his body going stiff. While he barely understood her words, her body language told him everything. She made a step forward and Iva felt the adrenaline begin to course through his veins. With a strong grip on his staff, he furrowed his brows and turned towards her. It was as if everything around him blurred, focusing only on Kirara. As her fist made it dangerously close, Ivadriel reacted in instict. He kicked his leg up in front of her torso, keeping her at a distance.
But before he could act and engage in combat, the two were snapped out of it by Amissa. Kirara retreated, yet Ivadriel sat frozen on the ground, unable to take his eyes off her. His breathing was heavy, the excitement wearing off as he slowly made sense of what happened. Amissa continued to speak to Kirara, but Ivadriel found it hard to pay attention to her words. His eyes darted between the two team members, vigilantly watching if something were to happen.
Kirara walked back to the edge, seemingly becoming occupied with her thoughts. Ivadriel sighed in relief, feeling his muscles slowly relax. Keeping his grip tight on the staff, he turned back to Amissa as she answered his question about her driving force. He tried to focus on her hand movements, letting them distract him from the heated moment. What she said sounded so familiar, the need to protect people even from those who’d hurt her — that was part of Ivadriel’s own driving force. His lips parted to speak, but he found it hard to say anything. He only nodded, smiling half-heartedly. [I admire your goal,] he signed with shaky hands.
As the sun nearly dipped below the horizon and the ship made its way to the dock, their conversation was cut short by Amissa’s suggestion to leave. Without a word, Ivadriel stood up and dusted himself off, taking the bags of food he’d bought to hopefully drop off at the tavern. He shot Kirara a glance, but looked away quickly, as to not engage in further conflict. As much as he would’ve loved to taunt her further, to show her just how capable he is in a fight, he’d promised Rhydal to return without a scratch. And he was far scarier than Kirara.
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