It had been a long day. A very, very, veerrry long day. Moses had a whole adventure wrapped up into a series of events. He was winded, to say the least. And yet the most pervasive thought that entrapped his mind and replaced all his thoughts was one shared by many. Why was he here?
It was clear that he had passed away, that something had happened and he was gone. But to what had occurred, and when, and how long it'd been, he was still in the fog of war. He awoke from one battlefield only to end up on another one. At least in this respect he wasn't alone. He finally had friends back with him, fighting the same war and hoping for the same result.
He had left his wife amongst the sleeping mass of Northaveners, too riled up and too wired to fall into slumber. The second, no, make that the third time in one day. He loved her with all his being, there was no mistaking that. But her being back, with Moses, when not but two years prior he held her dying frame in his arms... It was unsettling to him. He'd also heard that Ashetta's mother was among the living once more. He could only wonder was was running through the mind of the Assassin in Blue.
His wanderings brought him out to the open fields, the place where everyone had materialized from nothing. The ground was rough, unforgiving, a testament to the brutal environment they were in. He found his eyes studying the overlay of pebbles, the dried up grass, the raises and dips in the ground. He studied it until he could no longer, when the sunset finally gave way to the night and the stars appeared. His gaze then cast to the sky, as if those shimmering lights had answers hidden away.
"What's going on here?" He wasn't asking anyone in particular. He was only voicing his thoughts, as if they were a wish that would float to the heavens and be rid of his conscience. Yet the more he thought on it, the worse it made him feel. So he continued walking, letting the pattern of the landscape guide his steps. That was when he came across a familiar face, the good soldier Ronin. Moses stopped in his tracks, sad eyes staring down an old friend.
Could he even call him that? They hadn't known each other long, and the former Captain only considered him a brother in arms. But with his unexpected departure, much had occurred for the gentleman. Apparently, he assumed his role, and that in itself whispered fears into Perfetti's mind. What had come of Archebold? What of Namuél? He could only hope that they had also circumvented the situation and rose to better titles. Of all the people to reunite in this odd scenario, he still felt so alone, so far removed. It would never be the same.
"Couldn't sleep either?" He voiced. His steps picked up again, wondering if Taliesin had heard him. If not, hopefully he wouldn't startle him by his sudden appearance.
Moses-Joel
Men of Honor are hard to Find
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