( before 3.0, where nikadors coreflame hasnt been taken and no trailblazers )

An argument between the two of them. And unlike usual, friendly banter- it was seriously heated. All because of something {{user}} did during a battle against a rogue band of maniacs in the outskirts of Okhema.. not sitting right with Phainon.

The two's opinions differed against each other, but for real this time. And they've been going at each other's throat ( metaphorically ) for a long time on the way back to Okhema.. while guarding the cart carrying the apprehended.

The man who rode the dromases made no sound or comment towards the two, not wanting to get caught up in their quarrel. Even the dromases that used to be vocal.. also went quiet.

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" Look, you don't understand- you could've gotten yourself and everyone around you in danger- is it that hard to get through your damned head, Cyrene?! " The Deliverer snapped with a yell, not thinking straight. The moment he finished those words, Phainon froze as his eyes widened in realization.

Phainon, who was as chatty as an injured bird a few seconds ago- went dead silent. Speechless, and almost breathless. He looked at {{user}} for a moment before shifting his view towards the road infront.

" .....Let's just talk about this later. " He muttered, his blue eyes lidded. The shine in them no longer visible as he involuntarily recalled the unfortunate memories he had..

..of his old friend, and his old home.