[The strange weight of the young boy's words give Zhongli pause. It feels as if there is more to this question than might seem at the surface, something far more serious than guiding a lost child home.
Even the air seems to hum with a certain energy, an anticipation. Zhongli wonders... and yet, his realizes his answer remains the same regardless.
He slowly reaches up to tug off one of his own gloves, reaching out with one hand and extending his own pinky. After a moment, he curls it around the smaller one offered to him.]
I will... I give you my word.
[His voice is soft, laced with both reassurance and certainty. Ajax--Childe--is his friend. Someone he wanted to spend more time with, as much time as he possibly can in the limited time he was allowed.]
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Even the air seems to hum with a certain energy, an anticipation. Zhongli wonders... and yet, his realizes his answer remains the same regardless.
He slowly reaches up to tug off one of his own gloves, reaching out with one hand and extending his own pinky. After a moment, he curls it around the smaller one offered to him.]
I will... I give you my word.
[His voice is soft, laced with both reassurance and certainty. Ajax--Childe--is his friend. Someone he wanted to spend more time with, as much time as he possibly can in the limited time he was allowed.]