Perhaps it was a certain closeness to death he found himself nearing as he wobbled on his feet, groggily standing across from the Paladin as blood dripped down from his chin, but he remembered his past vividly.
With that recollection, he remembered what it was he fought for, igniting what was left in his body as he slowly raised his fists.
"You still choose to fight?" Vangrave said in surprise, hoisting his bronze-tinted claymore up as a gust of wind rustled through his lion cloak.
["I'm going to find the "Mecharunia." I'll find it and use it to return Mother's soul. I'll bring her back for you, Father. I know now that what my parents did to me, how they treated me…It was hell. I have every right to scorn them until the end. But, I'm my own man now–this is my choice. I know, if nothing else, it's not wrong for a child to want to save their parents."]