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?
“I imagine not.” Varus admits quietly, before he shakes his head a fraction. “I’ll let you know.” But without pain and seeing as the arm is entirely useless right now as is, he’d rather just have it shut off the warnings and be done with it. So he listens to her story instead of listening to her blades cutting around his skin — feeling nothing but pressure and more warnings as they spark in his head.
Ah, the blessings of being Ascended. “What made you decide to Ascend?” He asks curiously, tilting his head toward her to watch as she cuts through the arm carefully and well practiced. As for keeping it? A dark brow raises and he’s quiet as he tries to decide. “Hm. Well, maybe the Voice could use it to fashion me a new one.” He pauses before a soft laugh rumbles out of him, pushing aside all the rest of everything to deal with in favor of humor. “Could be quite the party trick in the meantime, don’t you think?” He teases her lightly, flashing another crooked grin her way.
Ah, the blessings of being Ascended. “What made you decide to Ascend?” He asks curiously, tilting his head toward her to watch as she cuts through the arm carefully and well practiced. As for keeping it? A dark brow raises and he’s quiet as he tries to decide. “Hm. Well, maybe the Voice could use it to fashion me a new one.” He pauses before a soft laugh rumbles out of him, pushing aside all the rest of everything to deal with in favor of humor. “Could be quite the party trick in the meantime, don’t you think?” He teases her lightly, flashing another crooked grin her way.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
