Take a chance on me

Citadel startled noticeably at Artorias’s words. It knocked the steady blankness right off his muzzle. “N-no! Nothing like that” He said in almost a youthful squeak, showing his adolescence. The idea that the Armada could be wiped out put a chill straight through his body, and he fought the urge to glance over his shoulder, as if he could see his home.

He straightened his shoulders again, and reformed his expression, though there was a hint of color in his cheeks now. “No, Artorias Sir. This is… personal. It’s… is telling you the reason we’re here conditional of entry?” He asked, trying to reform his balance and carefully crafted thoughts.