here when its hard

“Hey! Hey,” the Warlord said, raising his hands in protest. “I never said anything of the sort” not that he was volunteering to be Art’s punching bag, but they would definitely get plenty of chances to train together. Occasionally… that might mean stabbing. Poor Tamsyn. She seemed to care about how many holes he had more than he did.

His mention of Resin set Art’s back up. Fair enough, it was a touchy subject, and Sirius could understand that completely. “I’m here for what she means to me, and what others mean to her.” He looked at the boy closely, his reaction strong and painful. “What did she say?” he asked softly. He looked like a man that needed to get it out. Art had stood by him well Sirius had - painfully- lashed out. Now. Now it was his turn. He moved forward and rested a paw on the other boy's shoulder. A shoulder that really wasn’t that much smaller than Seers now.


"Speech"