Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share
This lust is a burden that we both share
Liam walked along beside Maea - or he would have, if she didn't keep skipping ahead and walk in front of him, turning to walk backwards along the path to Frey's Breath. Despite the oppressive heat, Liam hadn't stopped smiling since her friend had told him her news. She deserved a turn of good luck, in his opinion, and he would do anything in his power to assist her in her quest.
"I'm afraid I'm not well-versed in guiding lost souls," he admitted as they walked. After all, hadn't he been a lost soul until not so very long ago? But it seemed silly to say that maybe Maea had already fulfilled this part of her quest by guiding him back to a place in the world after his self-imposed exile. "Did Mort mean souls that had passed, or could you guide someone who was living and lost? We all have souls, right?"
"I'm afraid I'm not well-versed in guiding lost souls," he admitted as they walked. After all, hadn't he been a lost soul until not so very long ago? But it seemed silly to say that maybe Maea had already fulfilled this part of her quest by guiding him back to a place in the world after his self-imposed exile. "Did Mort mean souls that had passed, or could you guide someone who was living and lost? We all have souls, right?"
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Liam
