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She leaned into his touch. "I love you."
He stood as well, grabbing clean clothes.
He turned to her general vicinity. "Well.. Things aren't how they used to be. The leader of up there, Saint Michael, has become rather corrupt...
She nodded, doing so.
"We need to decide a name!"
He nodded. "Yeah, I suppose."
He was silent, seeming uncertain. "Okay."
"It'll be fine," she said quietly, mostly to herself. "We will be fine soon.'
Francis grinned. "So you did know."
He grinned, looking up at her. "I love you too."
"The reason you're here," he said, taking a step before whimpering at aching legs and sitting again. "To help. It's not right up there. They're...
She nodded nervously, doing so.
He squinted playfully before nodding at the doctor. "Alright."
He seemed delighted. "Oh, good."
He stood shakily, facing her direction. "You were picked. Everything is all upside down. You'll help fix it."
She looked panic for a moment. "Run or walk normal?"
He looked at Poppy curiously.
He nodded. "We could go on a walk through the market later if you'd like?"
He was quiet, as if feeling the air. "It's you," he said suddenly, his voice quiet. "I can feel it. The one that was picked?"
She nodded, kissing the tip of his nose.
