The fire flickers, glowing blue a short while and greedily sucking in the air around it for a short while before it returns to its familiar orange hue.
"...Friends....", looking at the flame, adding a few more branches to the flame.
"...Friends, are valuable, dearest comrades that you will entrust your back to, and theirs to you. Life-is a short and bumpy journey."
The flames glowing warmly, a familiar comforting glow like a hearth in a home.
He looks at Kyo, a single stormy gray eye visible through an eyehole. "Cherish them, Lady Kyo. Cherish them for when they liveth still, and they will cherish you back. If they are your friends, they must be a good person, I am sure mineself."
всегда верен-Gracia continues to sit around quietly on the ship-
-Humming to herself-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Peter sits on the floor- ... I'm being a downer, aren't I?
Deer