[Martin is suddenly reminded of when he was a young boy, begging his father to let him go on patrol with him or go into the headquarters and always being told "not yet". "When you're older". "When you become a Sword." He'd been exactly like this young boy. He certainly seemed eager, and he'd ask around at the headquarters and see what they thought of him. Maybe it'll do him some good. His first trip will only be to the Flower Grove, and if it ends up not working...well, he tried.
But first.]
I'll consider it, though...you never did give me your name.
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But first.]
I'll consider it, though...you never did give me your name.