CHULANE
Can you hear it echoing?
Take my hand
Take my hand
The journey from there to here wasn't one he ever wanted to experience again. To be travelling to a place that was so closely associated with her - he could hardly process all the thoughts that cascaded through him. She's gone she's gone she's gone seemed to be the most prevalent, though he'd managed to swallow down the tears so that he wasn't sobbing as he travelled alongside Deimos.
Tears still came every now and then, they still fell, but in silent waves, in small streams that could be wiped away. He didn't necessarily hide the fact that his eyes kept summoning the salty drops, but he was also so focussed on the current task at hand that he was able to function almost like a normal human being again.
"Is Amalia alright?" he asked of the man, hoping beyond hope that she was unharmed and safe - also hoping that just because Kia, who had made their friendship something more, was gone, their friendship didn't have to end. He held a lot of respect for the Sword, and by extension, the Shield too - and he genuinely cared about them, and would have, he knew, even if he'd never known Kia.
They were coming up to the Sanctuary now - soon all their focus would be on mustering the strength and conviction just to approach her house, to enter, to hope that Auni was still there, waiting, like he had been, waiting.
Tears still came every now and then, they still fell, but in silent waves, in small streams that could be wiped away. He didn't necessarily hide the fact that his eyes kept summoning the salty drops, but he was also so focussed on the current task at hand that he was able to function almost like a normal human being again.
"Is Amalia alright?" he asked of the man, hoping beyond hope that she was unharmed and safe - also hoping that just because Kia, who had made their friendship something more, was gone, their friendship didn't have to end. He held a lot of respect for the Sword, and by extension, the Shield too - and he genuinely cared about them, and would have, he knew, even if he'd never known Kia.
They were coming up to the Sanctuary now - soon all their focus would be on mustering the strength and conviction just to approach her house, to enter, to hope that Auni was still there, waiting, like he had been, waiting.
All the stars we steal from the nightsky
Will never be enough
Will never be enough
