KOA
Despite the gravity of the situation Koa can't help the smile that slips onto his face as Deimos returns his formal greeting with a playful one of his own. It's a smile that's quickly chased away by an intrusive thought, because Dragoon isn't a real role anymore, is it? Or at least it won't be, soon.
But that's a bad thought, so he pushes it down, choosing instead to force his attention toward Belial's friendly greeting. "Hey there," Koa murmurs to the peryton, offering a hand for sniffs and scritches. Pip takes advantage of this opportunity to slither down the outstretched arm, extending her nose to sniff at his. Koa keeps his arm extended until the formalities conclude, looking back to the General and trying to ignore the noodle dripping off his limb.
"Not too many more, I'd expect, but not everyone has decided where to go yet." Including Koa, but he's very intentionally not worrying about that right now. Which brings the topic around to how he's doing, and real talk? Koa has no idea how to answer that question honestly.
So he does something he's gotten quite good at. He lies.
"I'm... hanging in there. Tired, but, y'know." Koa chuckles dryly, running his hand over the back of his neck as he shakes his head. "Nothing a bathtub worth of coffee can't fix." He looks up hopefully at Deimos, as though the Warden might be able to snap his fingers and manifest such a tasty tub.
But that's a bad thought, so he pushes it down, choosing instead to force his attention toward Belial's friendly greeting. "Hey there," Koa murmurs to the peryton, offering a hand for sniffs and scritches. Pip takes advantage of this opportunity to slither down the outstretched arm, extending her nose to sniff at his. Koa keeps his arm extended until the formalities conclude, looking back to the General and trying to ignore the noodle dripping off his limb.
"Not too many more, I'd expect, but not everyone has decided where to go yet." Including Koa, but he's very intentionally not worrying about that right now. Which brings the topic around to how he's doing, and real talk? Koa has no idea how to answer that question honestly.
So he does something he's gotten quite good at. He lies.
"I'm... hanging in there. Tired, but, y'know." Koa chuckles dryly, running his hand over the back of his neck as he shakes his head. "Nothing a bathtub worth of coffee can't fix." He looks up hopefully at Deimos, as though the Warden might be able to snap his fingers and manifest such a tasty tub.
With each love I cut loose, I was never the same
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
