who we are and all that we're trying to be
He grew silent again, observing, watching assertions loom back and forth, twists and turns of spurned vitriol released, then dimmed. Perhaps no point in going towards the Fae then, after all these other events transpired, the ban upon Ascended still holding true. The Voice’s predilections and actions towards a multitude of others had already pressed and crumbled things to shambles, and he wasn’t certain if there was anything remotely helpful that could be done via her potential or prowess.
So he wisely said nothing until he was addressed, piercing eyes leaving the volley between Samuel and Amalia, as the Penumbra mentioned the prisons (his gaze snapped to Jigano for a moment; hidden humor and wiles collected in the notion of those holds – knowing exactly which one to not place individuals within). He knew he hadn’t touched them since Roana, hadn’t had any need, so a quick nod ascertained his agreement and accord. “We can do that.” How much they’d require its threshold remained to be seen (and he still didn’t know how she’d managed to escape the previous year – winding her way up the road to the guild). Maybe there were other means and measures they could utilize too; something to ponder in the near future, alongside stockpiling, food and wood gathering.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
