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"Of course I am bothered! I don't want a guy stuck to me all the time!" Sailor snapped angrily, his voice carrying the weight of deep insecurities as a man who still struggled with the strange situation.
"Is there something wrong with being with a friend like this for some time?" Norman asked with a quiet sigh, his tone calm but slightly hurt.
"Not at all. That's just called being brothers," Mark said firmly. "It should be an honor, Sailor. He put his life on the line to protect you."
"Brothers…?" Sailor raised an eyebrow, letting out a long sigh as he removed his helmet. The helmet was crafted from Norman's own skull. Norman looked back at him, his empty eye sockets gleaming with bright golden dots of light that served as his eyes.
Undead like skeletons who possessed no real eyeballs created "eyes" from their own souls. These spiritual senses often manifested as gleaming lights within the empty sockets of their skulls.
"Aren't we?" Norman wondered softly.
