// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
”It is safe.” She tells him firmly, and he firmly doesn’t believe it. He doesn’t let his gaze stray far even when she doesn’t look at him, even when he tenses up, and he can already feel that shakiness in the pit of his stomach as he goes to draw an unnecessary breath. “It’s not… Remi, I’d be worried about.” Varus says as carefully as he can. “It’s Ludo.” Was he wrong to offer the concern out loud?
She was the closest thing to a friend he’s got now that he’d gotten back online. “No, it never is simple.” He agrees quietly, continuing their walk despite how the conversation has grown more somber, despite how it seems a bit slower than before. He can’t help but to let the anxiety start to creep in, a mental note to train more and get back into his old self if only to be able to protect her and the others when the war does come, when the ties she has might eventually break for the worst.
She was the closest thing to a friend he’s got now that he’d gotten back online. “No, it never is simple.” He agrees quietly, continuing their walk despite how the conversation has grown more somber, despite how it seems a bit slower than before. He can’t help but to let the anxiety start to creep in, a mental note to train more and get back into his old self if only to be able to protect her and the others when the war does come, when the ties she has might eventually break for the worst.
VARUS
