Not knowing what at all this was about, he would follow Faust like a sheep being heralded towards a lake for drinking. Of course having noticed the younger boy following them so it had something of significance? Probably to do with the academy.

They arrived at the peak of the cliff, as Rangel casually stood straight with his hands in his pockets, awaiting Faust to speak. Though as soon as his friend opened his mouth, he innately started regretting not stopping him from speaking.

The news was quite.. He did not know exactly how to take it. It was like rather than being stabbed at the heart, he had many needles tied to strings, pierced through it, and then being pulled. Tugging on it from many sides. It took a minute for him to collect himself, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath.

A singular tear dripped down the side of his face. A singular tear. Something never before seen from the otherwise always apathetic male. Something he had only ever done once, but that was a secret for him and him alone to bear. Not out of sorrow, or despair. But out of happiness and pride. A small smile forming on his face. He had lost a child yes, but the child hadn't been lost through circumstances both wouldn't have wanted. The smile reminiscent of a proud father.

He simply reached for the blade after opening his eyes, though not taking it yet.

"I remember when I first met him. A scrawny kid. The type who you knew was going to die in an alley way to unforeseen circumstances and amount to nothing.."

He said, pausing as he gave a soft snicker before gripping it. Memories being played out in his mind as he spoke.

"Thank you. For returning his blade to me."
(Rangel Mistore)