and the only solution was to stand and fight
He didn’t know what to say to that. Carrying either his grief or melancholy well – because it’d been carved right into the mettle and fiber of his bones for as long as he could remember. Death was an old friend, almost reliable, when it came to his friends, his family, everything loved and cherished. So, in a long breath, he shrugged, gaze downward again. “I did not have much of a choice.” It was either learn from the errors, the brutality, grow stronger, mightier, someone who could decimate and retaliate, protect and shield – or fall apart at the seams. Gods knew how many times he’d withered away and yearned to become stone or rock or rubble, to be left alone in his own devices and sorrow until there was nothing.
Eternally tempting; and no longer an option.
There’d been others by his side, whittling their way in until he remembered what it meant to have people and places and bonds that weren’t broken or severed. It gave him fortitude and might and purpose beyond the unfurling of every day – even if the frustrations wore and the mantle grew heavier and heavier.
And he wouldn’t lie – sometimes the things borne upon his shoulders ached and tore, but he wasn’t going to pass them off to anyone else either. “It comes down to what, or who, you want to fight for.” One’s self. Friends. Companions. Allies. Lovers. Land and worlds. “But right now is not an easy precipice to stand upon.” Starfall loomed as a multitude of threads, barreling and closing in on them. At least the war had been an understandable measure; give and take. This was just parasitic, invasive, and toxic.
Eternally tempting; and no longer an option.
There’d been others by his side, whittling their way in until he remembered what it meant to have people and places and bonds that weren’t broken or severed. It gave him fortitude and might and purpose beyond the unfurling of every day – even if the frustrations wore and the mantle grew heavier and heavier.
And he wouldn’t lie – sometimes the things borne upon his shoulders ached and tore, but he wasn’t going to pass them off to anyone else either. “It comes down to what, or who, you want to fight for.” One’s self. Friends. Companions. Allies. Lovers. Land and worlds. “But right now is not an easy precipice to stand upon.” Starfall loomed as a multitude of threads, barreling and closing in on them. At least the war had been an understandable measure; give and take. This was just parasitic, invasive, and toxic.
DEIMOS
