Better Than I

Chester... As if in response to the resurfacing memory, the Shrine around them pulsed with a gentle light that reflected off the bone white mask. If Desmond didn't know better, he might swear that the being before him looked amused. The mask tilted gently, like it was cocking its head, and one of the ribbons of fabric snaked about to tilt the healer's chin up. "Ludo," it said simply. "But there is another name writ upon your heart, isn't there sweetling?" Surging back, Ludo seemed to hover about the Shrine now, its writhing blackness flickering amongst the candles as if at play with them. "Gods, gods gods. You all call so often, and yet you know not what you want when your calls are answered." More to the point, they were never specific with which one they called. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own