{SE} A place of grief

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah raised an eyebrow. "If by war you mean the pointless tension brewing between the Ascended and the ignorant fucks who think they're the enemy? If so, then yes, I've heard." He shook his head, plain disgust on his face. "I've never understood the way that you humans divide yourselves across such bizarre lines. If it's not for resources or survival it seems so pointless to me. So many of your wars are for such arbitrary reasons. Or were you talking about some other war I've yet to hear of?" Sah's expression turned into melancholy at Mabel's next inquiry. "Friends?" He asked softly. Letting out a long sigh, he looked back at the moon in dramatic contemplation. "None still alive or in this world. In Caido I have a few acquaintances that I guess I could tentatively call friends. But no one I'm close to or truly trust." His eyes returned to the Ascended. "Friends are good to have though. I hope one day I'll have some again." In all honesty, Sah wasn't even sure if he was ready to have friends again in the first place. It had been a few months yes. And he had said his goodbyes, but still. He didn't' think he was ready. sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie