"...I see," Fox says softly, despite absolutely not having seen at all, as evidenced by the very conversation. Nevertheless, trying not to think about whether he'd bumped into Hadama's co-ruler in the market or something and not realised, the Ancient turns his focus back to his polished obsidian, getting out his twine and cutting a length of it that would be suitable to tie around his wrist.
He seizes onto the new subject like it's a life raft and he's stuck in a whirlpool, even managing a brief laugh at the Mer's question. "Only to people's egos," he says, starting to thread the first of his obsidian onto the twine. "None of them seemed to make much of a difference to the place. No one has stepped up either, since the war." He can't even blame them.
He seizes onto the new subject like it's a life raft and he's stuck in a whirlpool, even managing a brief laugh at the Mer's question. "Only to people's egos," he says, starting to thread the first of his obsidian onto the twine. "None of them seemed to make much of a difference to the place. No one has stepped up either, since the war." He can't even blame them.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
