"There are no good ends for people like us, Brother-Bannok."
Tycondrius placed his hand on the armored human's shoulderguard. He had said the same thing to Archbishop Natalya Crucis, "But we shall continue, whether it's forging the path for the next generation or keeping ourselves alive for one more sun."
Weaponmaster Bannok's eyes grew wide... before he burst out into unrestrained laughter, snorting and holding his stomach, "Hahaha. You're shite at being inspirational, guy."
...That was not the reaction he was hoping for.
"Brother-Tycon... naturally has a sarcastic voice," Zenon explained, "But he tries. Really!"
Tycon frowned. That did not make him feel better.
Bannok took off his gloves, wiping at the corners of his eyes, "Ah.... I needed that. Alright, fella's. As much as I'd love to keep running my suck, you's should meet up with the kid and the rest of the Stormbrands."
