Koa
Koa is working, which feels, frankly, amazing. Even with his relationship with Anju on a thread, even given his conflicted emotions about Stormbreak and the Dragoons and allegiances and family and Family - it feels good to be in uniform, helping people and keeping watch. It's a welcome, wonderful return to normalcy after so much tumult, and for the hours he spends alert and attentive he can almost pretend the world is okay.
After helping an elderly woman collect spilled groceries, Koa has just returned to his post when a voice sounds out behind him, familiar and deep. Spinning on his heel, the young Dragoon's face breaks into a pleasantly surprised grin at the sight of the Sword and his tiny passenger. "Warden Deimos, sir!" A smart salute accompanies the greeting, followed by an immediate softening as he shifts his attention to the infant in the sling. "Is this your son? He looks just like you. Hi, little soldier!" Unabashed and warm, Koa reaches out to gently shake an exposed shoe, his delight at the sight of the baby palpable.
But then there's the question, and Koa can't keep a grimace from his face as he glances at the glittering Needle. "That's the Judgment's Needle," he explains, wrinkling his nose dramatically at Erebos. The baby is much more interesting than an archaic torture chamber. "When the Order was in power, it was used to make examples of their enemies in very not nice ways." He raises his eyes pointedly, not wanting to say torture happened here in front of a baby. "Now days, though, it's more of a monument. Prisoners are still kept on the grounds, but there's no more inhumane treatment - public or private. Renovating it was one of my first projects as a Dragoon," he adds with pride, though the bitterness of Stormbreak's history still sits heavy on his tongue.
After helping an elderly woman collect spilled groceries, Koa has just returned to his post when a voice sounds out behind him, familiar and deep. Spinning on his heel, the young Dragoon's face breaks into a pleasantly surprised grin at the sight of the Sword and his tiny passenger. "Warden Deimos, sir!" A smart salute accompanies the greeting, followed by an immediate softening as he shifts his attention to the infant in the sling. "Is this your son? He looks just like you. Hi, little soldier!" Unabashed and warm, Koa reaches out to gently shake an exposed shoe, his delight at the sight of the baby palpable.
But then there's the question, and Koa can't keep a grimace from his face as he glances at the glittering Needle. "That's the Judgment's Needle," he explains, wrinkling his nose dramatically at Erebos. The baby is much more interesting than an archaic torture chamber. "When the Order was in power, it was used to make examples of their enemies in very not nice ways." He raises his eyes pointedly, not wanting to say torture happened here in front of a baby. "Now days, though, it's more of a monument. Prisoners are still kept on the grounds, but there's no more inhumane treatment - public or private. Renovating it was one of my first projects as a Dragoon," he adds with pride, though the bitterness of Stormbreak's history still sits heavy on his tongue.
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
