[A/N: This is gonna be a bit of a weird chapter. So, I hope that you, my dear readers, can be patient, ha ha (hollow laugh), and I would appreciate the feedback if you could give some. Thank you. ^_^]
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"Hmmm…" Zevien fell into thought for a few seconds before looking at Vernisia seriously. "We need to talk."
"What?" Vernisia raised her eyebrows, seeing Zevien's serious expression.
"We are not strong enough… emotionally," Zevien said as he looked straight into Vernisia's eyes.
"Why do you say that?" Vernisia asked, confused.
"We should be able to hurt each other," Zevien said with an astute expression. "Look, we know we love each other, therefore can't stab each other with a knife, right? But we should be able to do that if it's for training purposes."
Vernisia put her hand on Zevien's forehead. "You don't have a fever."
"I am serious!" Zevien said.
"No, you are mental right now," Vernisia rolled her eyes. "What are you saying? Stab each other, the hell?"