KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
The words hit him like a sucker punch, stealing his breath for a second. He’s heard loss, has felt it in some small ways, has been told about the weight of a companion, but this first-hand account of someone feeling their soul getting cleaved cuts deeper than any of that. His grip on her hand tightens instinctively, as if he could anchor her to keep from being pulled further into that emptiness she’s describing.
"Soh..." Her name leaves him like an exhale, rough with something that’s half sorrow, half helplessness. He leans in closer, his brows drawn so tight it almost hurts, his other hand coming to rest over hers without hesitation this time, like he can’t stand the thought of her sitting in this alone. "You don’t have to know what to do with it right now," he says quietly, the usual brightness gone from his voice, stripped down to something more raw and quiet with thought. "You just have to survive it. And I know that sounds shit, I know it does, but—" His gaze flashes against hers, trying to will some strength back into all the cracks hurt has made in her. "But you’re not dying, Soh. And we need you." His voice drops lower, gentling the truth as much as he can. He believes, firmly, that she will get through this, and though he wishes she did not have to endure all of this, he is grateful for her efforts to reclaim Stormbreak, for all her work to retake the mantle she deserves.
After a pause Kaisel admits, "I can’t pretend to know what it’s like—losing him like that. You’ll probably keep asking yourself what you could have done different for a long time. But… you’re still here. And Tarak’s choice, being there, following you, you don't wanna undo it by wishing it all away. It means he believed in you, that he loved you." He swallows hard, his expression softening. "If he believed in you that much, then you can survive this, even if it takes every bit of fight you’ve got. And you’re not alone in it, alright? Not while you've got friends around."
"Soh..." Her name leaves him like an exhale, rough with something that’s half sorrow, half helplessness. He leans in closer, his brows drawn so tight it almost hurts, his other hand coming to rest over hers without hesitation this time, like he can’t stand the thought of her sitting in this alone. "You don’t have to know what to do with it right now," he says quietly, the usual brightness gone from his voice, stripped down to something more raw and quiet with thought. "You just have to survive it. And I know that sounds shit, I know it does, but—" His gaze flashes against hers, trying to will some strength back into all the cracks hurt has made in her. "But you’re not dying, Soh. And we need you." His voice drops lower, gentling the truth as much as he can. He believes, firmly, that she will get through this, and though he wishes she did not have to endure all of this, he is grateful for her efforts to reclaim Stormbreak, for all her work to retake the mantle she deserves.
After a pause Kaisel admits, "I can’t pretend to know what it’s like—losing him like that. You’ll probably keep asking yourself what you could have done different for a long time. But… you’re still here. And Tarak’s choice, being there, following you, you don't wanna undo it by wishing it all away. It means he believed in you, that he loved you." He swallows hard, his expression softening. "If he believed in you that much, then you can survive this, even if it takes every bit of fight you’ve got. And you’re not alone in it, alright? Not while you've got friends around."
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
