Archelaus was starting to think Armai was about to leave until she spoke, her voice sounding a bit bitter at first. "I think life just decided to play this giant joke on my father. Must have thought it'd be funny to make me blind just to throw it in his face." At her words, Archelaus turned his ruby gaze to her listening as she continued. "I was born this way, so I'm sorry there's no wonderful battle story to tell." Archelaus hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should tell her that he didn't, either. After a few minutes of debating, he made up his mind. With a soft sigh, he spoke, one corner of his jaw almost twitching into a half smile. He wasn't exactly sure why. "It's fine. To be honest, I don't have any stories to tell either." His brother did, though. Archelaus wondered how he had gotten the scar.
Shaking his head, Archelaus would push thoughts of his brother to the back of his mind for the moment. Maybe when he joined his family's pack he could ask how Bacchus was doing since the fight. For now, though, he would focus on talking to his possible friend.
"Speech"
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