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What Ceallach didn't want to - didn't dare to - say was that he wasn't her Roarke. He wasn't made of the same stardust, cut off the same cloth, they weren't bound to one another by souls. He was not her twin and he was not made to fill that spot the way that Roarke should have. Ceallach couldn't contest her logic, however, he had stayed and he would remain with her. "I'll never leave you." He said earnestly; how could he stand losing the last part of his family? surely, he would entirely be lost to whatever breast paced in the recesses of his mind. If Arturo could willingly give into Witchdoctor, Ceallach had to hold out hope that he could be stronger and he could be better. Eirlys deserved that. As Eirlys' emotions swept her into a tizzy he tucked himself around her closer, one limb shifting to pull her flush against his form. He was far too tiny to provide the warmth she probably needed but he would try. "We won't." He promised. They wouldn't talk about it anymore. "Kultaseni - I can't lose you. Ever." How could he stand in her way though? No - he would step aside when the time came but he would never leave her.