Liam
In just a matter of minutes, just a matter of time
We could lose it all, we could lose it all
We could lose it all, we could lose it all
A faint hint of a smile appeared at Thalassa's prodding, unsure what to make of it but appreciating it all the same. They'd never quite settled whether they were friends or enemies or somewhere in between, and that made each interaction they had more confusing than the last. For Liam's part, he was willing to live and let live, but then there was Thal's history with Maea to consider. It was complicated, to say the least.
"Ah," he said. He'd fought an ursur recently, and had it not been for Deimos, he might not have escaped with his life. So he didn't really need more than a one-word answer to find some measure of understanding, and he didn't know Thalassa well enough to pick up on anything she might not be saying. Cocking his head, though, he regarded her with curiosity - perhaps the first real emotion he'd shown thus far this evening. "Didn't think Ancients could go far enough into the tundra to run into an ursur." Whether she gave him any more to go off of or not was irrelevant. She could leave it as an observation or share more; it didn't matter to him.
As for his problems, there was a long pause where he tried to figure out the short version of his story - long enough that Thal would be excused for assuming he wasn't going to answer. When he did, his voice was quiet and pained, the ghosts of his past evident in his haunted gaze. "I thought my daughter died years ago, but I think I just saw her in the Climb. Except I don't know for sure, because she didn't know me." That was, perhaps, what hurt the worst: that he'd known Wren on sight, but she had looked at him like a stranger.
"Ah," he said. He'd fought an ursur recently, and had it not been for Deimos, he might not have escaped with his life. So he didn't really need more than a one-word answer to find some measure of understanding, and he didn't know Thalassa well enough to pick up on anything she might not be saying. Cocking his head, though, he regarded her with curiosity - perhaps the first real emotion he'd shown thus far this evening. "Didn't think Ancients could go far enough into the tundra to run into an ursur." Whether she gave him any more to go off of or not was irrelevant. She could leave it as an observation or share more; it didn't matter to him.
As for his problems, there was a long pause where he tried to figure out the short version of his story - long enough that Thal would be excused for assuming he wasn't going to answer. When he did, his voice was quiet and pained, the ghosts of his past evident in his haunted gaze. "I thought my daughter died years ago, but I think I just saw her in the Climb. Except I don't know for sure, because she didn't know me." That was, perhaps, what hurt the worst: that he'd known Wren on sight, but she had looked at him like a stranger.
If all we are is just what we've earned
We are the destroyers
We are the destroyers
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
