Zavien
Her complete focus and trust strengthen him, hoping her own belief might fill the gaps where he doubts himself. The feeling she imbues in him is like starlight filling his veins, an expanding of who he is and what his task requires. The sensation moves him beyond himself into something he needs to be for the people, because if a goddess can see him like this and proclaim his competence with such certainty, his only choice is to push through.
Zavien steels his heart, intent on Safrin's gaze as she sees into the heart of their city, peers into the future they can't escape. Tightening his resolve, he sets aside his own wishes and desires, sets aside the biases screaming at him to save the place he calls home - because he can't.
The timeline is too short, the risk too high. Stormbreak is not a floating city or a collection of buildings. It's the community of Breakers who have strived with everything in them to make the world a better place. They're a resilient people, relying on each other and the gods to do what they believe right. They have not always been correct, but they've adapted, growing to accept change and find the next thing to place their faith in. They are his people, and they will survive - but only if he gets them out.
Clenching his jaw, Zavien lowers his head, glimpses the tight clench of his fists against his thighs. With far more confidence and composure than he feels, he says to the goddes, "I understand. I'll prepare the people for evacuation." They'd done it once before, and they could do it again. Once they knew of the threat, it would just be a matter of organizing transportation and assisting in the mass migration of people. He'd ensure that every citizen escaped, every building emptied, and every moment used to its fullest potential.
Zavien looks up to Safrin again, a final concern taking priority in his mind. "Do you know if," he pauses, searching for a word that doesn't make his heart feel like it's imploding. After what feels like an eternity but is no more than a heartbeat, he continues, "the fall will affect the surrounding regions? How far it will reach?" Who else does he need to warn of devastation? Or are his people the only ones having their world crumble beneath them?
Zavien picks the PROTECTIVE ROUTE.
Zavien steels his heart, intent on Safrin's gaze as she sees into the heart of their city, peers into the future they can't escape. Tightening his resolve, he sets aside his own wishes and desires, sets aside the biases screaming at him to save the place he calls home - because he can't.
The timeline is too short, the risk too high. Stormbreak is not a floating city or a collection of buildings. It's the community of Breakers who have strived with everything in them to make the world a better place. They're a resilient people, relying on each other and the gods to do what they believe right. They have not always been correct, but they've adapted, growing to accept change and find the next thing to place their faith in. They are his people, and they will survive - but only if he gets them out.
Clenching his jaw, Zavien lowers his head, glimpses the tight clench of his fists against his thighs. With far more confidence and composure than he feels, he says to the goddes, "I understand. I'll prepare the people for evacuation." They'd done it once before, and they could do it again. Once they knew of the threat, it would just be a matter of organizing transportation and assisting in the mass migration of people. He'd ensure that every citizen escaped, every building emptied, and every moment used to its fullest potential.
Zavien looks up to Safrin again, a final concern taking priority in his mind. "Do you know if," he pauses, searching for a word that doesn't make his heart feel like it's imploding. After what feels like an eternity but is no more than a heartbeat, he continues, "the fall will affect the surrounding regions? How far it will reach?" Who else does he need to warn of devastation? Or are his people the only ones having their world crumble beneath them?
Zavien picks the PROTECTIVE ROUTE.
There's some good in this world,
and it's worth fighting for.
