It couldn't be anymore beautiful

Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share

The soldier considered the question, his gaze fixed for a moment on the pool of red. "Yes," he answered after a moment, offering a lopsided smile to Maea. "Not as much as when I was younger, though." After everything he'd been through, there was just so little that felt worthy of his ire. Nothing, he thought, could hurt him like the loss of his family, the desertion of his home, the years of solitude during which all he could do was think. It had instilled a certain moderation in him that he now found difficult to shake. If he'd seen the bloody pool years ago, he might have been disgusted, but now... now, it just felt like something that he could coexist with.

In any case, Liam turned to the springs and shucked off his shirt. "It seems like a waste not to," he said with a grin. "It's actually quite pleasant. Very relaxing." Slipping into the water, he leaned back against the edge of the springs with a sigh of relief. With more people visiting the Greatwood, he'd been able to spar more frequently in recent weeks than in the previous few years. It had worked muscles that he hadn't realized were so out of use, and the warm water was a balm to a few aches and pains that he hadn't quite recognized before now. Liam looked up at Maea. "Care to join me?"

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Liam