Sah
Sah let out a heavy sigh, I don't know how to help him. Gods, his son. His sometimes stoic but always loving son, had broken down completely. Shattered into fragile and tender shards. The younger hybrid would do his best to help him pick up the pieces and be there for him as he reshaped himself into something new. But gods, where did he even begin?
At Deimos' statement, the Wild Thunder nodded sharply, I fully agree. It was clear now that not form of negotiation would have ever been successful. Not if this is what Dahlia saw as a fair response to a mere letter. The Wild Thunder hadn't even been truly disrespectful. Not intentionally. Yet somehow it had been enough for Dahlia to commit this heinous crime.
Anger suddenly sparked higher, volatile emotions already on the surface. I do. Sah knew full well and it was with the last shred of his sanity that he held his tongue from lashing out at Deimos' reminder. He knew on a logical level that it was reasonable for the Sword to fear that the Wild Thunder would act rashly given the depth of his rage. Still, Sah had already come to the same conclusion that Deimos had on the impossibility of it, and the helplessness of the realization was hard to hear externally. Another reminder of his shortcomings. One day, though. When he was powerful enough, Sah would take the Reaper's life.
The Wild Thunder's shoulders sagged. He didn't believe Deimos, but he appreciated the sentiment. He is. And I'd appreciate the help. I think I've fully healed him, but another pair of eyes would be appreciated. Just in case. Luka had been through enough pain already.
This entire situation had turned Sah into an abstract bundle of fraying threads and sharp, jagged edges. But just as he'd told Luka, they'd find a way through this. A way forward. Yes. We do.
At Deimos' statement, the Wild Thunder nodded sharply, I fully agree. It was clear now that not form of negotiation would have ever been successful. Not if this is what Dahlia saw as a fair response to a mere letter. The Wild Thunder hadn't even been truly disrespectful. Not intentionally. Yet somehow it had been enough for Dahlia to commit this heinous crime.
Anger suddenly sparked higher, volatile emotions already on the surface. I do. Sah knew full well and it was with the last shred of his sanity that he held his tongue from lashing out at Deimos' reminder. He knew on a logical level that it was reasonable for the Sword to fear that the Wild Thunder would act rashly given the depth of his rage. Still, Sah had already come to the same conclusion that Deimos had on the impossibility of it, and the helplessness of the realization was hard to hear externally. Another reminder of his shortcomings. One day, though. When he was powerful enough, Sah would take the Reaper's life.
The Wild Thunder's shoulders sagged. He didn't believe Deimos, but he appreciated the sentiment. He is. And I'd appreciate the help. I think I've fully healed him, but another pair of eyes would be appreciated. Just in case. Luka had been through enough pain already.
This entire situation had turned Sah into an abstract bundle of fraying threads and sharp, jagged edges. But just as he'd told Luka, they'd find a way through this. A way forward. Yes. We do.
I think therefore I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?
But what if all I do is bleed?
