"The Soul Reaper is right. Kaelira is proud of her craft; her dream is to become the greatest smith in the world, surpassing the dwarves. You are her greatest work, proof that her dreams are not impossible to achieve. Carry that. Stand tall for Kaelira and showcase her mastery over the craft."
Synchra's flames rippled once.
Then again, stronger.
A thin line of red lit along the plates on his shoulder, brightening as if the words settled into place.
Quinlan continued, softer.
"You represent her every time you protect me. So do it with her pride."
The fire across Synchra's form rose with a steady rhythm, no longer hiding. The plates warmed against his skin. Even the lines along the armor's elbows and collar brightened, as if she straightened in answer.
The Soul Reaper hovered close and then lifted, returning to Quinlan's back while looking outright smug in its approval.
