Are
Damn it. Too much at once, far, far too much. He saw the man collapse under the weight of the realization, stumbling, grasping after any and all explanations. A simple lie to ease the burden of knowing what was had ceased to be, to take the brunt of the impact and leave what little remained whole. Are knew that face far too well, it reminded himself so of how himself still clung to the past. Scraps of the cobbler from Aros still left in the back of his mind, but as the days went by it made way for the outlander warrior. Maybe it was a matter of survival. Keeping the past alive, honoring the ancestors and his home was one thing, refusing to let go a whole 'nother affair entirely.
In the ramblings of the slipping stranger there was a question that struck a chord with Are. 'What am I supposed to do?' One he'd keep asking himself until the day he faced second death, and probably in the next world over as well. One could only keep going on stubbornness alone for so long, but he'd never lacked in things to fight for. Signe, Roana, The Hollowed Grounds and what little friends he'd made there was all good reasons to keep swinging, but did little to aid a stranger who had nothing left.
"I'm sorry to say, but I won't lie, there's enough of that going around. You're here now, what was is gone." Are said as sorrow had his brow furrowed and eyes offering what little comfort they could. "A purpose though? Start at the beginning, are you hurt?" his voice betrayed the toll it took on the man, steering the stranger away from the edge of sanity.
In the ramblings of the slipping stranger there was a question that struck a chord with Are. 'What am I supposed to do?' One he'd keep asking himself until the day he faced second death, and probably in the next world over as well. One could only keep going on stubbornness alone for so long, but he'd never lacked in things to fight for. Signe, Roana, The Hollowed Grounds and what little friends he'd made there was all good reasons to keep swinging, but did little to aid a stranger who had nothing left.
"I'm sorry to say, but I won't lie, there's enough of that going around. You're here now, what was is gone." Are said as sorrow had his brow furrowed and eyes offering what little comfort they could. "A purpose though? Start at the beginning, are you hurt?" his voice betrayed the toll it took on the man, steering the stranger away from the edge of sanity.
