I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“I feel like I am barely home,” he admitted begrudgingly. It seemed to have gotten worse this season, hitting the ground running immediately after LongNight’s debacle. But that was how it was going to go with the Starfall machinations, it felt – maneuvering from place to place in order to find and achieve and plan to motion things forward. Rather than remain in stasis and complacency; and perhaps that was all a part of his constant rounds of self-sacrifice. He’d gotten better over the years, but especially now, on lines drawn in the muck and mire, it all seemed to be a bit for naught.
While Zuriel and Belial remained sentinels, he scooped more snow in the jars. Waiting, inevitably, for some inclination that he should be taking better care of his own entity – but with Remi and Ronin not participating, the mantle had been pressed more firmly into his and Sunjata’s shoulders than ever before. “But that is how things are.”
While Zuriel and Belial remained sentinels, he scooped more snow in the jars. Waiting, inevitably, for some inclination that he should be taking better care of his own entity – but with Remi and Ronin not participating, the mantle had been pressed more firmly into his and Sunjata’s shoulders than ever before. “But that is how things are.”
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