i wonder which will get you killed faster - your loyalty
The Sword had learned, over multitudes of seasons and cycles in Caido, about how the gods played fickle, could curb ranges and restrictions. The Ascended with their bindings to the Voice and the Voice alone and all the requirements tucked within, the lack of feeling, no senses to snag and enjoy – loyalty was loyalty, and then the newer persuasions seemed to always bend a little more. And some consternation filled his chest and buried its way through his spine, wondering what she’d sacrificed this time, and why it always seemed to be her.
But he listened, taking in the information before any outright apprehension; the Bloodlust not unlike predators, he could surmise and imagine (or at least placate his skull into believing such figments). His piercing eyes lingered back on hers, angling and tilting so they could study one another.
No harm by fire. No cold – which meant no Halo – a home stretching elsewhere. Potentially cold-blooded. “Will you go to Torchline then?” Or stay amidst the Climb, stretching her wake through caverns?
All to touch and taste and feel again.
He nodded, swallowing down the rest of the dread. “That is a relief,” because it was, and he permitted another slow smile to cross his features. “What will you do now?”
But he listened, taking in the information before any outright apprehension; the Bloodlust not unlike predators, he could surmise and imagine (or at least placate his skull into believing such figments). His piercing eyes lingered back on hers, angling and tilting so they could study one another.
No harm by fire. No cold – which meant no Halo – a home stretching elsewhere. Potentially cold-blooded. “Will you go to Torchline then?” Or stay amidst the Climb, stretching her wake through caverns?
All to touch and taste and feel again.
He nodded, swallowing down the rest of the dread. “That is a relief,” because it was, and he permitted another slow smile to cross his features. “What will you do now?”
or your stubbornness?
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