remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Targets put away, weapons stored back in proper order and place, and then they could stop out into the cold. Just like ages and eons before, he lifted his head into its chilling embrace, not bowing, not backing down, but a part of its backdrop, its visage, its power, its mystique. Habitual, instinctual, to become another ether and addition to the mountainous region, to throw himself into the wake of its power and precision, its might and weight. Perhaps it was for her too, only different now; because she couldn’t feel the entanglements of the cold. Maybe the ardor, the moments, were still the same. His march was steady, assured, long, sweeping strides under the cloak of night and the gently falling snow, pressing and flickering, a familiar haze along beams of lantern lights. Her comment pulled him along, further and further, as if they could’ve imagined the worlds were parallel, uniform, veiled and shrouded in the similar beacons. The Basin had been hope and perseverance and strength, rising from the gallows and refugee cataclysms, bringing them prosperity when there’d only been defeat. Halo was another chance. At what – he couldn’t be certain. Not within this instant.
Instead, a smile tucked its way in the corners of his mouth, and his gaze forged onward. “Mm. The unfreezing lake is like the Sea of Glass.” With the ice, with the surroundings, with the mystery and enigmas untangled in it. But they’d been birds above that surface, in times of yesteryear. “All we need are some hot springs.” He paused, reflecting on Hotaru’s once attempt towards some spa, sanctuary, and refuge. “And a secret tent.”
out for vengeance
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