Fought back by Yondu's words, the fear that's seized Devero relaxes its grip. Devero's been envisioning a future either on the train and with Koumyou, or off the train and without, and never allowed himself to blend the two. But he knows that there are ways to move between the dimensions that have nothing to do with Void travel and the Voidtrecker Express; hell, hadn't he and Kaiba talked just days before about developing the technology to be able to do just that, so that they can go after the people they lose?
And he knows how much power Koumyou's capable of wielding. He knows how formidable the priest can be when he invests his willpower into something.
He laughs, a wet sound. "You're not as bad at talking as you think," he says. He sits up a little and dashes one hand across his eyes. "He would come, wouldn't he? He'll come for me." Virtues, that makes him feel better.
He takes a deep breath and then releases it, reaching across to squeeze Yondu's shoulder. "Thanks," he says. He brushes his fringe off his forehead. "Got, er, got distracted from what I was trying to say there, huh?"
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And he knows how much power Koumyou's capable of wielding. He knows how formidable the priest can be when he invests his willpower into something.
He laughs, a wet sound. "You're not as bad at talking as you think," he says. He sits up a little and dashes one hand across his eyes. "He would come, wouldn't he? He'll come for me." Virtues, that makes him feel better.
He takes a deep breath and then releases it, reaching across to squeeze Yondu's shoulder. "Thanks," he says. He brushes his fringe off his forehead. "Got, er, got distracted from what I was trying to say there, huh?"