broken cigarettes and bullet holes, one more to the chest and i'm alone
He awaits the Voice’s response with a calculating mind and partially baited breath, mulling it over when the answer does arrive. “It’s… Possible?” The answer is fully of uncertainty, but he exhales a slow breath, considering the options at face value. “He doesn’t trust easily. He offered the bite so I could protect Isla.” He admits — having nothing to shy away from or hide from in a room of those that were or would be their family.
Finally, with the warning, Varus dips his head in answer. “Thank you. I know the shifts have been used before, but as for Ludo’s abilities it doesn’t feel like there’s much that would harm us.” Can he feel them in his blood, ready to be tapped into if they were dangerous? He doesn’t know. What he does know is that it’s mostly shadows and dreams, and truthfully, Varus can’t dream. It makes that part rather moot, he supposes, but the shifts? The shifts would certainly be useful. Stepping back, he lifts his head toward Wessex who speaks next of items crafted by the Lullaby and waits for that as well.
Finally, with the warning, Varus dips his head in answer. “Thank you. I know the shifts have been used before, but as for Ludo’s abilities it doesn’t feel like there’s much that would harm us.” Can he feel them in his blood, ready to be tapped into if they were dangerous? He doesn’t know. What he does know is that it’s mostly shadows and dreams, and truthfully, Varus can’t dream. It makes that part rather moot, he supposes, but the shifts? The shifts would certainly be useful. Stepping back, he lifts his head toward Wessex who speaks next of items crafted by the Lullaby and waits for that as well.
VARUS
