[Rasvien]
The crackle of dried leaves echoed in the dead of the night. Rasvien followed the flutter of the grand general's cape, embroidered with the royal insignia of Orion. Never in his life would he have expected that there would be a time where he and Galen would agree on one thing. And that he would let the forest burn for her.
He would be in deep trouble with his master, but he was being left with no other choice. She had to return to him. The longer she was separated from him, the more he felt like he was going crazy. He couldn't explain it, he didn't know he could care for her like this. Ras hadn't thought much of her presence at headquarters; he was happy she was there, but he didn't think that her absence would cause such a big gap.
"This is utter insanity," Eury grumbled, but keeping up at the back nonetheless, in their little parade of desperate misery.
"The forest will grow back in no time," Lirajane retorted, "stop whining."
