She recognized him... and she was... oh damn. Was... was she really from then? Laharl's head spun. Why did she have to appear NOW, while he was so far away? It was going to take hours to get back. Dammit, this was bad! Still, he HAD to get back and find her. He had to get to her!
And, on top of it, she didn't recognize Vyers at all. This was going to be difficult. Convincing her to trust Vyers was the best he could do. His father seemed to be stuck acting like an idiot, but at least he would get to her. Meanwhile, he knew what he had to do.
Closing his journal, Laharl looked to Flonne who'd also, apparently, been speaking to his mother. His gaze was filled with worry and desperation, but also determination. There was a clear message of what they needed to do in the air, he felt. He didn't have to say it, right? "Flonne?" he questioned her aloud. You're with me, right?
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And, on top of it, she didn't recognize Vyers at all. This was going to be difficult. Convincing her to trust Vyers was the best he could do. His father seemed to be stuck acting like an idiot, but at least he would get to her. Meanwhile, he knew what he had to do.
Closing his journal, Laharl looked to Flonne who'd also, apparently, been speaking to his mother. His gaze was filled with worry and desperation, but also determination. There was a clear message of what they needed to do in the air, he felt. He didn't have to say it, right? "Flonne?" he questioned her aloud. You're with me, right?