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“It’s late.” Aether laid his arm across his eyes. “Can’t this wait ‘til nighttime?”
Lumine shifted in her coffin. “All I’m saying is I’d never be caught in that situation.”
“And if I was, would you come back to save me?”
“And risk bursting into flames? No way! You got yourself into the sun; you can get yourself out!”
“Right…”
“Would… Would you come back for me?”
“Yes.”
“Good! Cause if not, I’d curse you.”
“…Good to know.” Reaching up, he shut the lid, muffling Lumine’s rambling. Saving up to buy his own coffin? Best decision of his undead life.