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SPOILERS for Tales of Xillia 2, so if you have not beaten the game and do not want anything ruined for you, tread lightly. I will try to remember to post a warning in the chapter notes of any ToX2 chapter with spoilers.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Cline is up first! I really loved him in Xillia and was so disappointed when he was killed off so early. Leave a review and let me know what you think.
[Broken Promises]
Cline Sharil


You hissed as Cline sprayed an antibiotic on the open wound on your arm. He chuckled at your reaction while he reached beside him for the bandages he was going to use to wrap around your injury.

“You and Driselle should really be more careful,” he said as he draped the stretchy bandage around your arm.

“Asking me to be careful when there's a cockroach rampaging through the manor is like telling an Angry Tortoise to stop and smile at every passing traveler it sees. Not happening.” You yelped when his hand brushed over your now covered wound. “That hurt!”

“What are you going to do when I'm away on government business and not around to tend to these seemingly endless injuries you receive on a day-to-day basis?”

You watched him as he packed the first aid supplies into the small box setting next to him. “... Dunno.” You looked over at Rowen, who had a slight smirk on his face. “I guess Mr. Ilbert will be stuck taking care of me... Or you'll just have to take me with you.”

Cline chuckled. “No offense, but I think your presence at important political meetings would not be beneficial to my side.”

“Never know unless you try. I can be very convincing.”

He laughed again then grabbed your hand. “In all seriousness, you need to be more careful. I don't know what I'd do if you ever gravely injured yourself.”

You watched as he played with the diamond ring on your left hand, then you frowned. Cline tilted his head in question, and you stared up into his eyes.

“You're the one that needs to be more careful,” you muttered. “I don't trust Nachitgal. He's up to something.”

He squeezed your hand and gave you a comforting smile. “I promise. I won't let him get the upper hand.”

He didn't keep his promise.

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