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Archemorus was clearly a nuisance. Everything about him, but especially his arms. Saint Viktor had never been a particularly tactile person during his lifetime, physical contact was only endured if it was absolutely necessary. But Archemorus was obviously not sharing this opinion, which was why Saint Viktor was regularly exposed to him, especially his arms. For example, there was Archemorus' annoying habit of putting his arm around Saint Viktors shoulders for no reason whatsoever. Or grabbing his forearm and not letting go for an unreasonably long time. This behaviour was only increasing, despite Saint Viktor's obvious non-involvement. To make matters worse, he also noticed how it was getting harder and harder for himself to muster the appropriate amount of resentment for this intrusive behaviour. And anyway, how could those arms be so warm and-.
"Hey," Archemorus rudely interrupted him in his train of thought. A little embarrassed, Saint Viktor realized that he had walked quite close to Archemorus side and incidentally, his arms.
But Archemorus sounded serious. "I can’t get this scene out of my mind" he said quietly.
Saint Viktor shivered; he knew immediately what Archemorus meant.
"It keeps circling in my head" Archemorus continued. "But it was only recently that I noticed something".
"Mmh" said Saint Viktor, neutrally.
"Our clans. They had their last stand together. It looked like they had been living together there for a while. And." He swallowed. "And they worked well together."
Silently, the two walked side by side.
"It’s somehow comforting that they made peace with each other before the end." Said Archemorus softly. "They came together - Just like we did."
Together, thought Saint Viktor. He nodded slowly.
Yes, that didn't sound so bad.