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“I don’t understand.”
“Hm?”
Aeron spares a glance at his Ghost flickering towards him before continuing to scowl up at the star washed sky. The pit in his stomach feels as heavy as the knife he twirls in his hand, the blade carving tiny cuts along his fingertips.
If Aeron’s Ghost could express sympathy easier then he surely would, complete with a frown, so instead the glow around him softens.
“Why did you choose me?”
It definitely catches the Ghost off guard, truth be told. In broad terms, Aeron was deemed worthy of the Light in the eyes of the Traveler- as are all Guardians. But specifically? Though the Ghost is probably trying to compile a list as unsure as he is right at this moment, he knows Aeron is incredibly persistent albeit a little reckless, and he holds enough courage to stare down the Fallen Captain that killed him mere hours after his first resurrection. Why shouldn’t he be a Guardian?
Aeron huffs out a half-hearted laugh that breaks the silence, “You know I’m right. I don’t deserve this second chance.”
“Aeron-”
“There are plenty of people long gone in this town who would be so much better, hell, I’m sure they’d even be willing to go to, what was it? The City? I don’t get why you still stick by me when I’m so-”
“Reluctant? Aeron, I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
The Awoken Guardian mutters something about it being more his stubbornness or his selfishness but quietens in defeat. His eyes, green and half lidded, gaze down at the knife with an expression both indecipherable and concerning to the Ghost. Aeron holds it loosely in his hand, turning it over once, twice, three times before setting it down.
“Besides,” his Ghost begins, “you’re my Guardian, and I wouldn’t change you for the world. Every being has their flaws, it just so happens that some of yours drive your determination.”
“Thanks.”
And it’s possibly the first time Aeron has properly looked at his Ghost, hovering beside him. However his attention is soon grabbed by the bookshelf behind his little companion and a grin splits across his face.
“You know, I saw a name in one of the books I’ve been reading, it fits you quite well. Means loyalty or something to that effect.”
“Oh?” The Ghost bobs curiously. “What’s my name?”
“Caleb.”