all that was me, is gone

A mind once vast and inquisitive had been honed and narrowed by experience. Whether wisely or naively, the hawk simply let the strange metaphysics of the ocean waft off of his feathers as beads of water might, following steadfast in Ludo's wake without hesitation or commentary. Hovering in place was not one of the hawk's strengths, and so Remi was forced to glide in tight and awkward circles above the deity, like some pale and poor approximation of a vulture. Is it their time, then? The hawk said, though truthfully his question was something else: Am I to save them? Or kill them? REMI I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire