The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out
"I believe the word is weaponsmith." Abasi said automatically, inwardly cringing at himself after - he had meant to become less judgemental, less picky, but sometimes it just slipped out. At least he could find something to respect in Remi's occupation. "An Alchemist? That is a good profession. I have read the works of many of the Alchemists of my world."
Placing the paint on the table along with a brush, he nodded. "Yes. Where I come from we used to paint the myths in tombs to guide the dead. I thought...it would be a nice gesture to have as many cultures as I could represented on these walls. Even if it turns out to not be true, perhaps it will be a comfort to souls or their families." Was it cruel to lie, or crueller to take away hope? Abasi had still not decided, but for now the wall paintings stayed.
"Please, feel free to add your own. You must have some idea of what will happen."
Placing the paint on the table along with a brush, he nodded. "Yes. Where I come from we used to paint the myths in tombs to guide the dead. I thought...it would be a nice gesture to have as many cultures as I could represented on these walls. Even if it turns out to not be true, perhaps it will be a comfort to souls or their families." Was it cruel to lie, or crueller to take away hope? Abasi had still not decided, but for now the wall paintings stayed.
"Please, feel free to add your own. You must have some idea of what will happen."
No dawn, no day
I'm always in this twilight
ABASI
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