[There's a look of brief admiration, some softening of Mandricardo's expression, because even though Sakyou is, in this moment, speaking with such a burning determination that sharpens him like a bleeding sword, it's something that he's awed by. Mandricardo thought he, himself, could stand like that.]
[And then failure came, like a strangling curse, to take it all away.]
...I...I believe in your power to make that happen.
[How can he not? He may be a Heroic Spirit, but it is true heroes who he looks up to. Those who seem to shrug things off, and move ahead. Wow. That's true strength.]
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[There's a look of brief admiration, some softening of Mandricardo's expression, because even though Sakyou is, in this moment, speaking with such a burning determination that sharpens him like a bleeding sword, it's something that he's awed by. Mandricardo thought he, himself, could stand like that.]
[And then failure came, like a strangling curse, to take it all away.]
...I...I believe in your power to make that happen.
[How can he not? He may be a Heroic Spirit, but it is true heroes who he looks up to. Those who seem to shrug things off, and move ahead. Wow. That's true strength.]