He watched her look down, eyes falling away from his own, but she did not pull away and he did not let go. Perhaps his words had not reached her, or perhaps they had been the wrong ones. But it was the only answer he had to give her. Only she could decide what her purpose was. What goals she wished to accomplish. What could drive her forward, even if she needed to rest for a time, to grieve and heal.
All he could do was stay with her, kneeling in the mud, as the slithering sounds of the Feverlands hissed and echoed around them, no longer fully beholden to the Void thanks to their efforts. Including Thalassa's, who had distracted the Guardian long enough for the rest of the team to end it.
Then she breathed. Raised her head. And her gaze was no longer lost. There was steel in her again, at least the whisper of it, and Hadama met her eyes as she found a reason to continue living. To survive, as he had asked of her. "Good," he rumbled, inclining his head in acceptance. "I will help you if I can."
~fin
All he could do was stay with her, kneeling in the mud, as the slithering sounds of the Feverlands hissed and echoed around them, no longer fully beholden to the Void thanks to their efforts. Including Thalassa's, who had distracted the Guardian long enough for the rest of the team to end it.
Then she breathed. Raised her head. And her gaze was no longer lost. There was steel in her again, at least the whisper of it, and Hadama met her eyes as she found a reason to continue living. To survive, as he had asked of her. "Good," he rumbled, inclining his head in acceptance. "I will help you if I can."
~fin
