who we are and all that we're trying to be
Quick and efficient – a return to mountains and summits, to barracks and familiarity, overcame any other rampant discomforts. Shucking the robe on, and figuring he could snag at any furs close by, his attention went back to Remi. A quick nod, the overwhelming bout of apprehension, trepidation, and dread that had come over him during those intervals, those devastating moments, could have been so much worse - and perhaps it was wise that they all knew it. “Agreed.”
Swallowing something else down, he proceeded onward with gratitude, rather than any other sentiments. “Thank you for your efforts, and allowing me to participate.” And, maybe, to slightly appease the situation, he offered the lightest of grins. “At least we had better aim this time.” Not slamming the Lullaby with the force of their incantations and powers too – he’d had enough on his plate with the kraken.
Not expecting the relic to come up, for it had been a non-issue in prior excursions too, his head tilted vaguely – then eyes widened, surprised, that it had segmented back to him. “I would not abandon our side, and have already decided on my participation.” Had presumed it’d come to that line anyway. “Thank you, again.” Acceptance, of gloves and artifacts, solidified and passed through – before everyone was on their way again.
{FIN}
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
