Family ties, friendship, even love, all seemed increasingly out of reach to him. Especially love, which seemed possible only in dreams when the heart was weary.
Andy looked a bit startled, as Su Chen's words seemed to pluck at the strings of his heart, sending ripples of memories outward. Scenes of arguments and banter with Kula and Dorong flashed vividly before his eyes, as if they had happened just yesterday.
"Like three brothers, after some tussling, they would quickly reconcile and be as close as ever."
He muttered these words, lost in thought, his mind drifting to who knows where. The more he thought, the more he felt the profound force in Su Chen's words that moved him.
"Andy, you green-haired ghost, give me back my hammer!"
"No way, Dorong you stink bug, you almost got me burned last time during my potion-making, can you take responsibility for that?"
"Isn't it your damned cave, leaking water on a sunny day, damn it, distracting me during forging!"
