Safrin shook her head, her sorrow mingling with a bitter sort of resignation. "I asked him," she managed between sobs, her voice laced with both grief and a dark, ironic humour that sounded like shattering glass. "But he said no.." A brittle laugh escaped her, hollow and trembling. "And yet for all the times Mort is cheated...when I brought you back from the dead, and twice in the past year you've done the same..." Her lip quivered against a snarl that had her grief contorting into something ugly and furious. "So why do the rules apply now?" She demanded before another sob had her shoulders rounding forward.
As the goddess touched Ronin, warmth and light flowed into him—a fleeting comfort against the soul-deep cold that likely only time would be able to thaw. Though her healing presence could not mend all, her fingers grasped his tightly, an unspoken embrace that spoke of what she could not offer with Seren still cradled in her arms. With a tentative motion, she shifted and leaned against his side, as if seeking to share his burden.
Her tears continued unabated as she shook her head once more, her vision still veiled by the endless darkness of LongNight. "I cannot see through the dark," she murmured. "But there is no trace of anything to explain how she..." died is not a word Safrin can manage just now, and the way she tripped over her words was searingly human.
As the goddess touched Ronin, warmth and light flowed into him—a fleeting comfort against the soul-deep cold that likely only time would be able to thaw. Though her healing presence could not mend all, her fingers grasped his tightly, an unspoken embrace that spoke of what she could not offer with Seren still cradled in her arms. With a tentative motion, she shifted and leaned against his side, as if seeking to share his burden.
Her tears continued unabated as she shook her head once more, her vision still veiled by the endless darkness of LongNight. "I cannot see through the dark," she murmured. "But there is no trace of anything to explain how she..." died is not a word Safrin can manage just now, and the way she tripped over her words was searingly human.
