// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
He was still learning about the threat that faced them all. He understood the generalizations, but the nuance of it all escaped him, or rather had been kept from him. His mother who feared for his safety, had sheltered him often. Even when he became a Draghoon, he was just a low rank, untested and untried against casual threats, least of all world-ending ones. He'd been forced to wait time and time again, and all the while he'd watched the illness take root and poison things he loved. It was an awful thing, feeling powerless.
"What about more than one-on-one?" he asked quietly. "If we got all the Dragoons? All the demi-gods and the leaders... surely everyone could be allies against an enemy that stands before us all?" He said it with the inexperience of someone who has never had to organize a group of people. He said it with the dream of youth, where the complex felt simple and obvious, because he hadn't yet experienced the world and been jaded by the flaws that thrived in every corner of it.
"What about more than one-on-one?" he asked quietly. "If we got all the Dragoons? All the demi-gods and the leaders... surely everyone could be allies against an enemy that stands before us all?" He said it with the inexperience of someone who has never had to organize a group of people. He said it with the dream of youth, where the complex felt simple and obvious, because he hadn't yet experienced the world and been jaded by the flaws that thrived in every corner of it.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
