// there's shadows on the walls //
Raising his eyebrows at Asta's comment and sidling up next to him to start pickaxeing about, as the Maverick swings the tool over his shoulder, maybe it clonks against the taller man. Maybe. Who can be sure, really?
"Charlie, nobody is like you," Danta tells her warmly, the pickaxe meeting the crumbly volcanic rock and splintering it into easy-to-transport chunks. "But of course we'd help them - as long as it wasn't anyone who wasn't worth saving." Namely, people from the past who would do more harm than good if they were brought back from statue-land.
Dropping the axe so he might start stacking the stone up and into the sacks they've brought, he raises his eyebrows up at her. "Besides, who's to say someone else won't come and let them out in future?"
"Charlie, nobody is like you," Danta tells her warmly, the pickaxe meeting the crumbly volcanic rock and splintering it into easy-to-transport chunks. "But of course we'd help them - as long as it wasn't anyone who wasn't worth saving." Namely, people from the past who would do more harm than good if they were brought back from statue-land.
Dropping the axe so he might start stacking the stone up and into the sacks they've brought, he raises his eyebrows up at her. "Besides, who's to say someone else won't come and let them out in future?"
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
