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"Do you have to treat me so badly?" Mark sighed. "Don't you have fond memories with me?"
"Fond memories? You purchased me just some time ago and never used me! What memories would I have with you? I barely have memories of being in the shop you bought me from…" Sighed Ignis. His voice was masculine unlike the gun and my shovel. "Anyways, let's cooperate for now. The god of flames has high expectations on you! It is thanks to him that I can talk now."
"I see." Mark felt pressured that a rather wrathful god had taken a liking on him, mostly just because he could wield the fire element. "I-I am honored, I guess…"
He clearly didn't seemed honored! But whatever, I know he'll be able to handle his new talking companion.
