“Tivico, I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. You’re back on my side.” Kyle told him, thinking that they would have to be friends to travel together.
“I am also, Kyle.” The two men grasped each other’s hands, briefly, as a show that they were in this together. They proceeded toward Balcor’s castle. “I am sorry if I took any advances toward you or yours. ‘Twas to save my own skin!” Tivico stated.
“I know Tivico. I know you. You were scared to die. I can understand that, placing myself in your position.” Kyle looked across at him. “I myself, would rather die.”
“And I can understand that, placing myself in your position, if I ever could. I couldn’t, but I ask, if I could, I would be held in as high of esteem, as if your father were present?” Tivico pleaded with him with his mannerism. “Tha
