He's returned to kill the light
Abraham stayed crouched near the man, but had been careful to stay out of his range of vision. He did not need the damned one staring up at him, committing his face to memory. Geynweverre lowered her own massive, squared head down, the smoke still billowing from her jaws. She wanted it to smother any more attempt the abandoned had at talking, as well as obscure and burn his eyes. The dragon did not stop growling, the low, threatening rumble reverberating through her body. He could surely feel it as her chest pressed against his spine.
"You are beyond redemption." Abraham noted, cold voice stating it as absolute truth. "But you will not die today." Was this some form of mercy from the leviathan? "If you ever use your curse to take advantage of people again, though," At this threat Gwyn tightened her grip around the abandon's shoulders, hoping her claws would sink carefully and slowly into flesh, "you will."
