[SE] What ghost around, comes around

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Without the lingering curiosity or any other questions voiced, the Sword was forced to presume neither experience intrigued the Luminary; not enough to do anything more than comment on interest. His brows furrowed slightly, but then he shrugged inwardly; perhaps the notions weren’t all that inspiring. As for her only response on the matter, he couldn’t say one way or the other either, only speculations collected through the ether. It is likely some have a huge impact that we do not even get to see. He could think of Safrin, vying for an opportunity to rid them all of the Family, and multitudes of others striving to break through other portions before it landed upon Caido. Or Mort and his realm. Hovering over another larger portion of open mountain ranges, the thunderbird tilted his head, briefly amused at the semblances of cannons for Torchline. Sounds fun he mused, a tip of the hat to weaponry and armaments; always a fond favorite for the Warden. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left