// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Drawing nearer with a nod to the menacing snowball – reminded briefly (as he usually was with the sight of the companion) of his time in Halo, the butcher’s smile is aimed at Lena as her question airs between them. “I am on my way to a meeting to eradicate some of the void beasts.” He offers easily, having zero reason to lie, least of all to her.
“I have yet to warm up, however. These old joints do not work the way they used to.” He tacks on with a joke, the low hum of a laugh escaping him as he sighs and returns his attention to Lena in spite of the joke he’s offered. “What brings you out this way?” He asks, tilting his head as he sees the tips of the green sweetgrass.
“I have yet to warm up, however. These old joints do not work the way they used to.” He tacks on with a joke, the low hum of a laugh escaping him as he sighs and returns his attention to Lena in spite of the joke he’s offered. “What brings you out this way?” He asks, tilting his head as he sees the tips of the green sweetgrass.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
