"Okay. Remember, Cynder. Stay strong," Cera said, "Go to sleep for a while, okay?"
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Cynder stared at the floor for a bit before giving a slight nod. "If it helps..I'll trust you."
He watched Cera leave the room, and locked it again, except standing this time.
He was about to go back over to his bed, yet eyed his desk.
He wasn't in the mood to write about spells or potions, but he could write to him.
"...Later," Cynder mumbled to himself, kicking his shoes off and crawling into bed, honestly not caring about anything else at the moment.
And yeah, big angry sad baby man is sleeping now.
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