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Bernard walked away from Astrid while stroking back with a grimace. He still couldn't understand why Astrid always insisted on striking his back so hard. Was she a tomboy? It didn't seem like it.
Despite the broship slap to the back, he really mulled over her words and found himself resonating with them more. He wasn't the only one who had lost something during the apocalypse, and while others could only wallow in their grief, he had the chance to actively make a difference.
He had already resigned himself to doing what he could, but it was little motivation in the way of what he was working towards exactly.
To say that he hadn't developed since the time he was rescued from the lizard whale would be a lie. He had racked up courage along the way, mostly sponsored by his innate ability which a plethora of powers he could use.
