remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Baking Harpies, influenced by Shields, and the rest – repayments he didn’t crave, but she wanted to give. By the time their discussion had wound itself down, her cloak had drawn up, ready to wander back out into the dimming sunlight. “You are welcome,” he extended in return, maneuvering along the parlor, away from tables and towards the door, intending to open it for her, so she might slip back out into the void, return to her sovereign duties. A fond smile touched over his lips again, a quiet bow of his head as she squeezed his arm, a snort threatening to billow forth once more. “I will,” the Sword responded in kind, before they parted, roles interchanging and intertwining. {-FIN}
out for vengeance
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