broke the sweetest promise

A machine where your heart once was
Slowly takes the place of you

"Yeah," Liam agreed quietly, his gaze dropping to rest on his drink. He reached out a hand to pick it up, and took a sip if only for something to do. It was difficult to leave that part of himself behind - impossible, even, although gods knew he'd tried. A dragoon was the only thing he'd ever dreamed of being, and even after retiring from that life, it had followed him like a ghost. Just like the bits and pieces of his family that had accompanied him to the Greatwood, his role as a soldier had been just as difficult to shake.

And maybe the Dragoons would take him, but would he even be a worthy addition, these days? "I thought about rejoining," he admitted. Back when Phoebe had ruled the Greatwood, he'd asked her what she thought about it. She hadn't wanted his loyalties divided, and that had been that. But now... now, there was no leadership to be loyal to, no civilized region to support. Now, there was only himself, and Maea, and he suspected that the Ancient wouldn't even hesitate to support him in rejoining the Dragoons, if that was what he wanted to do.

"It's Koa that's leading them now, isn't it?" he asked thoughtfully, already considering what he might be able to offer to the cause. It wasn't much, but it was something - and surely every little bit counted.

Only hold the memories now
Of a love I thought I knew

Liam