Northern's words settled into his mind like a storm.
Even after Northern had slept on the ground and he was on the bed, he was finding sleep so hard to fall into just because of those words that Northern had uttered.
Images of their humble beginnings played in his head. How Northern had stuck to him and helped him even when he had no reason to.
In as much as Northern portrayed himself to only be helping him because he needed his help in return, he wanted to believe that Northern helped him truly out of the goodness of his heart.
And from then, he had owed Northern heavily. He thought about how weird Northern was, the trouble they got in, and how he handled it.
He thought about the fight with the monster in the mansion; what he had seen that night made him understand for the first time that Northern's entire strength didn't rely on the fact that he had monsters he could summon.
