remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Slipping out of the barrack’s threshold, he hadn’t expected anyone else; just the targets, and the notion of impending melees, a chase of ramparts, a way to unleash pent up agonies or brutalized notions. Certainly not Rexanna, but at the chipper, bright sound of his title, the beast’s head turned away from the bullseyes in his sights, and over to the Penumbra. “Hello, Queen,” he managed through a snicker, a snort, half-inclined to register a your majesty over the accord – but a majority of what little humor he’d had stored up prior to the passing days had been extinguished. The beast thought to slink away from her brightness, her ebullience too, retreat into darkness and shadow, be comforted in the absence of anything but apathy and distance. Instead, perhaps because he knew better, he maneuvered towards her, offering an arm as they wandered their way through the training grounds. “What brings you here?” The Sword hadn’t missed any council meetings, that he was aware of – everything had gone by in a haze recently, distractions and routines immersed throughout the results of chaos. Perhaps she simply sought him out. Or meant to better herself too, the grounds open to anyone and everyone requiring some assistance, some practice, or some skill in defensive or offensive arts.out for vengeance
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