// we haven't won, and if we win, //
He doesn’t really expect her to grow angry on his behalf, but the fact that she does leads him to think that they could quite possibly be better friends than he’d originally anticipated. It does much to soothe the war that rages within his stomach as she doesn’t recoil, nor ask, so he offers a small amount of information in turn, given how he doesn’t know that she already knows of his crimes. “I suppose it is fair in the same way an eye for an eye is fair.” But he had always been that way.
Humming a note of agreement to her answer of why he would want to protect against it, his horned head nods as his tail starts evening out from its distracted flicking, waving easier behind him even if its draped quite low to the ground – the ashen portion of his spaded tail stark against the smooth stone of the springs. “Two Ancients of which are not among the rest of us. Though, whether they have passed or whether they are still statues, I am unsure.” He shrugs a shoulder easily before he glances back over across the springs. He didn't know what became of the two that had saved him, conscripted him, named him - because Astaroth had not been his name, but he had been too destroyed to correct them. So the world received Astaroth instead. And he had grown into the new persona.
“The only one from my time is Danta, and he and I were not close back then. It is a new experience.” He murmurs, tilting his head back toward Thal with an easier smile as he thinks about the Maverick.
Humming a note of agreement to her answer of why he would want to protect against it, his horned head nods as his tail starts evening out from its distracted flicking, waving easier behind him even if its draped quite low to the ground – the ashen portion of his spaded tail stark against the smooth stone of the springs. “Two Ancients of which are not among the rest of us. Though, whether they have passed or whether they are still statues, I am unsure.” He shrugs a shoulder easily before he glances back over across the springs. He didn't know what became of the two that had saved him, conscripted him, named him - because Astaroth had not been his name, but he had been too destroyed to correct them. So the world received Astaroth instead. And he had grown into the new persona.
“The only one from my time is Danta, and he and I were not close back then. It is a new experience.” He murmurs, tilting his head back toward Thal with an easier smile as he thinks about the Maverick.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
