[He doubts that he's the reason behind the stubbornness, but sure. Whatever you wanna believe, Sorey.

Mikleo smiles back, but it's bittersweet. He wishes he were there beside Sorey while he slept, but... he had other things to do. He can't protect his place of rest if he's being a helicopter mom.]

I feel like I would've chosen something with a bit less darkness. Maybe more ruins instead.

[He can still feel the coldness of whatever corruption that is but it's dimmer now, a dull thud in the back of his head.]

Don't laugh, but... I was thinking of writing a book, actually.