[Pretty sure that the glowing would be over in a matter of a couple of seconds, Gilbert watched the gauntlets still giving out a blinding light. It was probably a good thing that he didn't take his hands away and kept them pressed against her shoulders.]
Fuck...the feather.
[That was some ace detective work, Gilbert.]
You have to withstand it.
[Was synthesis supposed to be such a struggle? He couldn't have known, but he really thought it would be much easier.]
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Fuck...the feather.
[That was some ace detective work, Gilbert.]
You have to withstand it.
[Was synthesis supposed to be such a struggle? He couldn't have known, but he really thought it would be much easier.]