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"Darius, what was the old Golden Guard like?" It's a question that has long echoed through his head but which he can only now say without his voice shaking. Heavy as his thoughts always were, Hunter's shoulders feel lighter now that he's spoken.
Darius smiles instead of smirks. Part of the reason Hunter has waited so long to ask is because he's always feared being greeted with Darius' all too familiar latter expression. For the longest time, Darius and the other coven heads had given him little more thought than they had the dirt beneath their boots. The former Golden Guard, his old self, surely couldn't have said the same. If the coven heads had treated Hunter with even a fraction of the respect they had his predecessor, then maybe he wouldn't have taken so long to ask.
"Noble. Brave. Fair. He may not have realized what he was doing, but he certainly put his heart and soul into it."
"And me?" His question comes out in a squeak.
Oh, why did he have to say that?
Hunter stiffens. For as long as the question has plagued him, he would have sooner bathed in a boiling river than speak it aloud.
Darius' smile is firm as ever. "You're you, Hunter. I'd say that's more than enough."