"The past is the past, but our scars remind us that our past is real, not something we can escape freely and leave behind. I live on that knowledge, and my experiences shaped who I became. I cannot ignore them, but I can choose how to act on them."
Returning the hug in a firm, protective, almost loving way. D'Artigo smiles beneath his mask. "One day, judgement will come for her. I will be the one to deliver it. Until then, I must live. Thank you, Erina, for your support."
"And I do wish you wouldn't think that your name would need to change since your form has. I don't believe there's a need in that one bit." D'Artigo shrugged. "Sure, maybe your nickname needed to change, but your real name? I don't see why it should."
D'Artigo bursts out laughing at the hilarity of her comment. "Lyca, 'you' or 'girl'? That would be incredibly harsh. That would be how a slave might be treated. To my knowledge, you're not a slave, are you?"
"Well, they were going to make more of me, but I broke the mold. I'm too special for there to be more than one of me. I mean, it's not very often you get cunning intellect, stunning looks, and a loving personality all rolled into one, is it?"