Lorenzo
The pirate's eyes widened. Was it sadness, anger, or fear that led his heart astray? For a moment, he wasn't so sure himself. He had seen comrades fall and die countless times, and was unable to save them then or now. What was one more or one less? A normal man would've learned by now that tears didn't bring back the dead, and yet he didn't want to be alone. How pathetic.
But he was pathetic. He accepted his weak nature, as someone who couldn't accept losing precious things, and as someone whose precious things kept slipping past his fingertips. One more or one less meant the world to people like him. He had a good idea of what just happened and why, and well enough she managed to quell his sorrow.
Her words gave him enough strength to wipe his tears and replace sadness with cold rage.
"You impudent... Don't look down on humans so much, wench." He growled, seeping flames from his words that passively resonated and burned around him, crackling through the ashen forest, growing through the hedges like an inferno. It was no conscious effort, but the effect of his strong emotions resonating with his magic passively. His sorcery fed on such things, making the flames rage along with him.
If Nep was awake, she would likely have been frightened by this display so unlike him. Would she have hugged and consoled him, or simply smacked him for being such an easily swayed fool?
Despite that, his heart was calm, and he stroked the Goddess's hair gently before setting her down, standing and looking at the horizon where he could feel her presence.
"My old man taught me to repay debts. Don't worry, I'm not so treacherous as to stab you in the back. I'll honor our deal, but I will not let you insult my friend further. You've harmed family, don't think I'm so forgetful or forgiving."
