VARUS
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for?
what i am, or what i'm not?
what i am, or what i'm not?
Somehow they’ve managed to make it to the Grounds (don’t read too much into it yet), and the one thing that certainly remains is the fact that his arm is still fucked up, and yes. He’s still pretty grumpy about it. The only thing that quiets him is how different it is, no current wars going on that he’s aware of, people milling around out and about, ones he no longer recognizes.
And the Grounds? The Grounds look like they’ve been pummeled, hit over and over again with scorch marks and a line in the ground that he isn’t sure what it’s from, but he supposes the questions can wait for later. Because he parts from his rescuer and unceremoniously shoulders open the door to the infirmary, looking within and sees just how much that’s changed too.
There’s a hard set to his jaw as he wanders in, propping his good arm onto the desk he sees first. “Anyone home? Could use a little help here.” He calls out into the dark, despite being able to see just fine. He’d do just about anything to make his warnings drop off.
And the Grounds? The Grounds look like they’ve been pummeled, hit over and over again with scorch marks and a line in the ground that he isn’t sure what it’s from, but he supposes the questions can wait for later. Because he parts from his rescuer and unceremoniously shoulders open the door to the infirmary, looking within and sees just how much that’s changed too.
There’s a hard set to his jaw as he wanders in, propping his good arm onto the desk he sees first. “Anyone home? Could use a little help here.” He calls out into the dark, despite being able to see just fine. He’d do just about anything to make his warnings drop off.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
