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Yeah, he is. [Axel must be more stubborn, then, to have made Saix give up.]
...Well. [Bored with the ice cream stick now, Axel holds it between two fingers and conjures up a little flame to engulf it and turn it into nothing but a pile of ashes in his palm. He starts to fiddle with those instead.] That's good. You're progressing.
[And here Axel still can't say what he wants to say. Tch.]