Nothing good. [His voice is quiet, he breathes in and counts, trying to calm down. Trying not to panic as he stares at the marks on their hands. His hand is trembling in Gladio's.] It probably... Means we've been chosen for something.
[Chosen for what he has no idea. By whom? He has even less of an idea. But marks appearing on you overnight were never good. They were different signs, Shion had no idea what they might mean.
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[Chosen for what he has no idea. By whom? He has even less of an idea. But marks appearing on you overnight were never good. They were different signs, Shion had no idea what they might mean.
But it would be nothing good. It never was.]