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'I woman you might be', he said, 'inside.', he chuckled, knowing that that was going to earn him some bitter words. 'On the outside, you look like a little more than a high school girl. Thus, I said, and I shall say it again, you looked cute.' He gave her his most charming smile, wide, and warm on the outside, while his eyes shined with mischief. His body relaxed into the wall, his hand holding Spirit close, enjoying the warm of both him, and Savannah sitting so close. He hasn't felt this good in ages.

'I know. I'm just warning you to be careful.', he said, closing his suddenly heavy eyes. Spirit's idea of sleeping the day away suddenly seemed so good. 'You wouldn't want to disappear into thin air, right? I know I wouldn't, not before I hear that story at least. It sounds good, like a Joan of Arc, or something. We just learned about that from history... But I bet yours is more interesting. After all, you were there, weren't you? Unlike my history book. I serisously think that the man who wrote it has never been anywhere further than his front door.'

'I heard that before.', he snickered half-heartedly, and than giving a big, sleepy yawn to the world, his eyes still closed, and body relaxed into the wall. 'Doesn't mean I wasn't right though.', he smirked, imagining her face. Oh, teasing her was so much fun that he didn't mind one bit that he was so mercilessly teased back. Hell, he could even say it made it so much better.

He listened to her voice, so strong, so proud of the fact that she was there, enthusiastic, enthralled, so soft that it lulled him right into the hands of sleep where he could see a proud women riding on her horse right into the hands of the enemy waiting across the sea, feeling the fire burn against his skin, and he could smell war, and blood, and all those things Savannah talked about. It was such a vivid dream for something that lasted only a few seconds before he was woken up by the Spirit's worried yelp.

'What was that for, you idiot?!', he yelled, suddenly awake again. 'I thought you were in trouble.', the wolf muttered, half asleep himself. 'Why?!', William sighed, angry, yet still holding his head in his lap. 'Smelled blood.', Spirit muttered again, trying to wake up. William sighed. 'No blood here, Spirit. Go back to sleep.' 'k. G'd night.', the creature gave one more toothy yawn before falling asleep again. William turned towards Savannah.

'Sorry about that.', he said quetly, rubbing his eyes. 'Well, at least I'm awake again.' He struggled to get into a more comfortable position, before answering again.

'I guess I understand. Why she was so important to them, I mean. People need something to believe in at the times of war, and she lead them. Like a simbol. Humans are like that.'

'I am no human now, not anymore.' he said softly. 'Not since I discovered my powers. Or, rather, not since others discovered them.' He shifted, uncomfortably, then something in his eyes hardened, and he smiled. 'I'm Summoner. It means that somewhere inside my soul there ar these...creature... that sleep and feed on my power, until I'm ready to summon them to help me. Spirit is one of them, however, due to some stuff that happened to me, he's been here so long that he has developed a personality of his own. So, no, I'm no human, not anymore, since others don't see me as such.' He sighed, yet again. He had come to terms with that idea some time ago, yet, it was still strange thinking about it every time the problem came up. He felt pride at what he was, as he was strong, and different, and he held to that, yet it was still sad having to say 'I'm no human anymore'. In the end, he had been one for so long. But not anymore.

((ooc-sorry it's so short :/))

'Yeah, well, it isn't like I had much say in the matter.' he shrugged, looking her in the eyes. 'You should know, just as everyone else here knows. The minute they set their eyes on you, and your power, you're human no more. You are labeled as monster-or, as they try to hide it nowadays, a 'gifted'-and they don't look at you the same anymore, not even you're own parents. For them, you aren't a human anymore, and it doesn't matter that you're their blood and bone, let alone the soul and other stuff that can't be seen.' He shrugged his shoulders yet again, feeling skin burn from the fraction of being run against the rough wall, but he didn't care at all. 'So, why should I try and hold to something like that when it doesn't even matter anymore?'

He looked her straight in the eyes once again, something hard hidden there, a resolve made of steal that not even all the positive changes in his life could break. 'Effort is useless.', he said, a lesson learned in his childhood learned a bit too well to discard now. 'Effort is not going to change anything.', he continued speaking with a grimm tone of voice. 'No amount of it shall be enough to convince them otherwise. They'll just continue to think what they think. I decided to just except it a long time ago. So I did.'

'Sorry.', he said, shifting, so her head wasn't resting on his sharp shoulder, but rather at the hollow of his neck. 'I didn't mean to be a broad. Besides, you started it!', he added, the mood brightening now that they weren't talking about the classification of species anymore.

There was silence again, but it only laster for a few seconds, just enough for him to calm his head, and his arm to start to feel heavy, pressed between the wall and Savannahs back. Careful not to do anything that would seem inappropriate, he moved his hand so it would rest on the other side of her.

'Sorry.', he said again. 'I hope you don't mind. It was starting to grow numb.' Spirit shifted in his lap again, asking from William to pet him even in his sleep, and he did. He wondered if he could do the same to Savannah's ears yet again, and still stay alive now that she was this close to him.