( Ifrit may not like it, but he seemed to enjoy the attention from earlier -- so Jill reaches out once Clive has lifted her up, hands running over his snout in a clear petting motion, one even going under his chin to scratch there. )
Nothing you've done so far has convinced me you're not similar to Torgal.
( She points out, a hint of a laugh in her voice. Their Eikons are dangerous things to be sure, but with Clive they somehow feel less like instruments of murder and destruction and more like the extension of the self they are. )
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Nothing you've done so far has convinced me you're not similar to Torgal.
( She points out, a hint of a laugh in her voice. Their Eikons are dangerous things to be sure, but with Clive they somehow feel less like instruments of murder and destruction and more like the extension of the self they are. )