There are not materials abundant enough in the universe to build what I’d consider to be a comfortable barrier separating me from Trundle. In terms of things I make a point of avoiding, he falls somewhere between my work and the clawed, rabid beast that a woman I once dated turned into whenever I elected to forego her trifling needs like birthday gifts or mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Fortunately for you, Aussarian, I have no trouble sending Olivia into what I’m now terming the “Underbelly of Filthmare.”
“Y’gotta understand something, summoners—it’s a curse, not a wound. Yeah, it LOOKS bad, and you’d think you could just slap a healing spell on it and it’d clear right up, but it’s not so simple. Believe me. Good thing is, though, healing spells help me out. Ease the pain a little. And Soraka? I’d never go asking for a handout, but Soraka’s almost too generous. Good healing magic’s like a good massage, I’m tellin’ you—and nobody’s gonna give me a massage these days.”
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