remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
His eyes maneuvered briefly to the high reaches of the sun, and made to move them into the barracks to continue the conversation, where she’d be safer, out of the heat, out of the fiery abyss. A silent gesture, opening the door for her to march in. He caught her Cheshire grin, following it with an arched brow, waiting for the mischief, the impish platitudes extended between friends who’d long since transitioned from thieves and kings, to queens and generals. “Enjoy yourself,” he snorted, quiet, no rogue grin forming on his mouth though. “I will wait until Amalia has healed.” Too many other concerns and apprehensions laced into those quandaries, keeping himself here as support, when he wasn’t wandering around searching for things Safrin had required.The mention of Neron, as he walked through the armory, back along the front room, expecting her to follow, only made him turn his head back over his shoulder to regard her. Unlike Helovian reaches, where he’d met with other sovereigns for discussions of alliances, trade, or war, he wasn’t required to do that here. Not as General, staying within the fold and reach to ensure training and proficiency in either arms, munitions, or magic. “I have not.” The only notion that spiraled through him here and now though, was the potential for his existence to be like his other family members. “What did you think?” Of him? Of any posed threats? Of inclinations towards Merciless tendencies? He expected Rexanna to be a capable judge of character – considering what she’d had to do no matter which life she’d been immersed within.
out for vengeance
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