[Clars backstory 17/?]
Astrode breathed heavily, shouting, “Clar, doing this won’t solve anything! It’s just proving a point that Claymore wants to be true! You’re really gonna let him be right, about who you are?! Because this isn’t you!” Clar tried to ignore him, shutting her eyes tightly, attempting to focus on the flames. His wings began to grow exhausted, leaving them to collect behind his back, leaving him panting. He felt the heat grow bigger amongst him, turning as the atmosphere around the two grew orange and heavy. “Clar, are you even listening to me?!” he said over the fire and the screaming. She ignored him more, causing him to clench his fists. He inched closer behind her, taking in a breath. Quickly, he turned her around and took her into an embrace. Clar stiffened, shoulders rising as he kept her in his grip. “Clar, please, stop.. this isn’t you. It can’t be. Do you know what will happen if you continue? Stuff that isn’t worth it. Please.. calm down,” he spoke lowly, closing his eyes as the fire slowly surrounded them. She remained silent, sniffing, then suddenly, she leaned her head on his shoulder, beginning to sob. He frowned heavily, continuing, “Hey, hey, it’s okay.. I know we just met basically a day ago, or figuratively speaking, years ago, but I know this isn’t you, and you’re my friend. You didn’t have to do this, just.. I’m here to talk, if you need to - about anything. That’s.. what friends are for, if something’s on your mind, you talk to me, okay? Promise me you will, and you won’t.. do territorial genocide instead.” It was silent for a long moment before she nodded slowly. He smiled to himself, holding the embrace for as long as he could. It felt.. comforting. For the both of them. Behind his shoulder, Clar smiled as well as tears dried among her features. “Clar, I.. I care about you, and.. I lov-“ He stooped, choking back as a voice ahead called out. “Ah, it’s exactly who I thought it was, gentlemen!” The two broke apart, facing Claymore ahead of the flames, as the other demons behind him laughed. “Misses Langolfa, and the Courrier who dazed my burrows years ago.” He then walked closer.