Judge by deeds, not by thoughts; judge by thoughts and there is no flawless person.
You helped me, so I can help you too. That's how friends are made—by helping each other. Interests are the strongest bond of all.
"That mark on your face is tied to the Church. Judging by your appearance, you've suffered persecution from the Church. I can promise you this: as long as you follow Hamlet's rules, then the Church won't be able to take you away within my domain."
Lance's words, in a sense, limited the man's range of movement. It seemed he had no intention of letting such a unique Transcendent slip away.
He didn't mind showing his strength either, taking out a vial of Panacea and handing it over.
"Drink it, and you'll gain a marvelous power."
The man stared at the potion, clear as water, a bit hesitant. But when he looked up and met Lance's gaze, a strange trust welled up in him.
Yes… someone like this has no reason to harm me.
