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Never before had Pyro been surrounded by so many others so close to his own age. It had always been Old people like mom and dad, even Sebastian, or way younger like Nova and Ben... But this, this was encouraging, empowering. Ever since Pyro had decided to find his own way in the world, the world itself seemed to be thankful for it. New friends, each genuine and awesome, countless adventures and fascinating places. There was little else Pyro could even ask for.

Of course there were some... Not-so-good things from time to time, though... Like that creepy guy that followed Rannoch around, with his eerie yellow eyes and pitch black coat. He looked like a raven, the kind that picks on your eyes and claws your heart out, stalking you silently from the shadows, waiting for you to make a little mistake... You can imagine how horrifying it was for Pyro, whose natural proclivity to mess things up was nothing short of legendary.

I'm good with that! he barks at the meeting, snapping back to reality after shaking those horrible terrible bloody thoughts off his mind. He casts a smiley glance, tongue lolling out an all at Vass—I mean... Tryp... Whose smelly ass Pyro had been following around ever since their unforeseen reunion. It was nice having him back... Not 100% but it was nice anyway... Oh, you ask why? Well, you see... Vassago had always been a pain in the ass growing up, and although Pyro wasn't still quite sure what to think of the brand new Tryp, he still couldn't get past those depressing memories. And still, there was simply no hate within Pyro for him. Brothers are meant to care for each other, and that was exactly what the brown little Rochester boy intended to do from that day to the last of his days.

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