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[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Lucian Beowulf[/color][/h1][/center]
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Lucian watches with mild concern, taking a glass of water from the servant before shooing them away. He holds the glass out for Killian after their raspy words. [color=a2d39c]“I’m sure one of my silly older brothers will make sure he’s made aware.”[/color] He smiles sadly, wishing he could help him more. [color=a2d39c]“How do you make it through one? I’ve been taking blockers ever since…”[/color] He stops himself. [color=a2d39c]“What I mean is, I’m sorry. I’m sure Xavier meant no ill will.”[/color]