Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
He rolled his eyes at the notion of fur lining; fashion trends or whatever other styling she required left entirely out of his scope and reach. What he didn’t expect thereafter was an offer of her support; because he’d accomplished this task, this pursuit, with no intention of receiving anything in return. It’d how he’d been since he arrived in Caido – so much more the Sword than the Reaper, who would’ve clenched his jaw and preferred information, sagacity, wisdom of another kingdom, another mercenary, or some systematic trade for the mountains. Here he simply accomplished the tasks and moved on, presuming or anticipating naught thereafter. The General stewed along in silence, pondering, thinking, mulling all of it over, might have been every faction of the brooding figure from their pasts, save for the tea cup in his hands and facing Kiada; no enemy, no adversary, no sovereign. So when his gaze lifted again, that same singular brow arch remained, and a smirk embedded, nestled behind fragments of things that used to be. “No. I do not require anything.” If she thought of something on her own – those were her endeavors, but he wouldn’t ask for payment.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
