[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us He nodded, eyes darting back down towards the scenery, still glancing around in all proportions to ensure nothing was out of the ordinary. To hear she would’ve wanted all of Stormbreak to remain would’ve granted an arch to his brow, if thunderbirds had them, because he could recall many a story of the harsh, layered undertones throughout the stony exterior – not just whispers, but words of those imprisoned or flayed. Which led him to wonder if everything was worth keeping – through the barbaric and the pure. If history served better as portions of cataclysms and change, as Sohalia had offered to do, or to go down, underneath those bellowing, billowing waves, to only be a notation in a book. Understandable, he granted instead, all those musing thoughts circulating through his mind, quiet considerations that likely wouldn’t leave his mind. He did give a snort at the semblance of the Tower still there, over the Plaza. That structure does have a remarkable way of returning, over and over again, despite the agonizing process of rebuilding, rejuvenating, renewing; only to either be destroyed, discarded, and devoutly brought back to life. A prominent landmark, yes, but of some leaders who’d likely be better off buried and forgotten. He had to wonder if they'd ever thought reigning from any other building. As for not mattering, his eyes narrowed. I think they still play a part. They shaped how you led, for instance, he granted with a tilt of his head, before his gaze went along the horizon and down towards mountainous outcroppings. Reminders of what we have lost and gained. You are moving forward, but the past will always have an impact. Couldn’t be construed into nothing; there’d been an influence, a carving, a sculpting. Those who ignored history seemed doomed to repeat it, after all. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left