who we are and all that we're trying to be
“My apologies,” and he meant it; with all the trepidation starting to gnaw its way through his bones. Outside of Caido gave him pause, pondering over the complexities of worlds beyond, like so many of them had once come from. Hardships, chaos, and bedlam were abound no matter the region or world, and to have something potentially infiltrate here, made his jaw clench once more.
But Safrin leaving had not even been remotely in his thoughts – nor had he thought it possible – and so his eyes widened significantly. Regaining some of the lost breath from such a notion, his mind contemplated, calculated, and the level of discomfort seemed to only soar. “Do you know when you will be departing? Or for how long?” There had been plans in place for a time – soon, for Halo to collaborate with Safrin, and no doubt hoards more from everyone else, but perhaps all of those would be pushed aside. And rightfully so, if there was a greater need for prevention, and protection.
As for everything else, he structured them within his skull, owls, acting on behalf, others taking advantage of absences. “Of course,” came without pause, and he meant it, for all his loyalty and strength.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
