Serph watches Heat's reaction with the calm of someone who is long used to the quiet before an explosion. But when Heat tosses his cloak at him, Serph catches the cloak on reflex, momentarily stunned by the offer. The memory of Heat's face twisted in rage at the sight of him is still too vivid in his mind, Agni's claws turned towards him instead of at their enemies.
Carefully, he pulls taut the fabric in his hands so he can look down at the familiar orange cross splashed across grey. He thought he would never see this again.
"...When I was dragged here, I entrusted the Embryon to the rest of you."
He doesn't need to say who.
Serph lets out a quiet huff -- it would be a laugh from anyone else -- before pulling the cloak over his head. His wings are in the way of it draping over his back, so instead he allows it to fall over his right shoulder, orange mark visible from the front, exactly the opposite of how Heat wears it.
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Carefully, he pulls taut the fabric in his hands so he can look down at the familiar orange cross splashed across grey. He thought he would never see this again.
"...When I was dragged here, I entrusted the Embryon to the rest of you."
He doesn't need to say who.
Serph lets out a quiet huff -- it would be a laugh from anyone else -- before pulling the cloak over his head. His wings are in the way of it draping over his back, so instead he allows it to fall over his right shoulder, orange mark visible from the front, exactly the opposite of how Heat wears it.
"It's good to have old comrades again."