“Uh, Daugo, something's going on with your bud over there,” Galador whispered, nudging the hobbit.
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Shin muttered, “Thanks for being so useful, Osto,” as he continued to run after the superpowered individual, being careful of the gauntlet projectile’s flight.
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“Seems I'm a horrible father… I wouldn't let any son of mine have that atrocious taste in fashion.” Ha’zi pressed a palm to his head, sighing as he sat down to fully assess this.
So, he was a parent. Seems Iver was actually being logical for once when he had that rant about protection, Ha'zi thought with a sad smirk. Though, he did have some small suspicion it would still do no use… Oh well.
Beren and Laurel… He thought he recognized the first from one of Dimitri's tales, and Laurel… Hm… Now, what was that from? Ha'zi couldn't quite tell, though he did know that it was right at the edge of his memory. Despite this, he liked both names, especially that Beren one. Nice job on his future self there… or maybe that was what future Miriel chose.
Miriel… he flushed, thinking of her, which brought him a spike of anger in turn afterwards. What was going on with… No, he wouldn't let himself delve down that rabbit hole. He'd already been in it enough, the first few months after Mordor being some of the most miserable in his life. That is, until he really accepted being one with the rangers.
His stomach twisted. The rangers… damn. Ha'zi recalled the bloodfest in his vision, the misshapen monster devouring his comrades. He couldn't remember if any familiar races were among the slaughtered, but it didn't matter, really. They would die in the worst way possible, it seemed. While he did nothing…
“Keldar… how did I come to see the future through your mind?” Ha'zi asked, his hands tremoring.