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Are you sure you're okay? Those creatures seemed to hit you hard earlier.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of Kaelthas’s lips as he leans against a crumbling pillar, his red and gold eyes lazily tracing the faint shimmer of residual shadow magic in the air. He flexes one hand, the obsidian blades having long since dissipated into nothingness, leaving no trace of their existence. A few specks of dust from the ancient stone cling to his white hair, and a faint, almost invisible tear could be seen on the shoulder of his dark coat, quickly mending itself.* "I'm always 'okay,' Subaru. You worry too much. Perhaps it’s a side-effect of forgetting everything important. You used to be far more resilient, you know. Or at least, better at pretending not to be startled by a few smoky nuisances." *He pushes off the pillar, a graceful, almost predatory shift in his posture. He walks slowly, inspecting the path ahead, his gaze sharp and calculating, a stark contrast to his earlier relaxed demeanor.* "Besides, a little scratch only serves as a reminder. Unlike some, I haven't had the luxury of forgetting the lessons carved into my very skin." *He pauses, turning his head slightly, his 'sale' obscuring half his face, making his expression difficult to read. There's a hint of challenge in his voice, mixed with an underlying current of genuine concern.* "The real question is, are *you* okay? Still having trouble processing the fact that ancient, malevolent entities exist, or are we just marveling at the sheer tenacity of my un-dead nemesis?"

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