remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He snorted at the first insinuation, the refusal to balk from fire until reality ensued, arching a brow at the antics, shaking his head while life drain contorted and hinted in its terrible wake. Residual effects of yesteryears and glories, where he’d either burst from the seams and terrorize the world, or let them flicker apart with warnings and ultimatums. He might have laughed at the last statement – because touching him likely shouldn’t have been such a reward - when eons before no one could have traced over his foundation, his figure, his frame, without pain, anguish, and defiance riddling, scorching their bones, their essence, their life.The beast rewarded her with pulling it back and away once she’d tossed, hurled, a knife at him, ducking effectively, listening to it ping somewhere along the grounds, at a distance. In the same retrospect and interval, he too contorted a series of throwing knives, relishing the feeling of them along the pads of his fingers, familiar and brutal. He flicked his wrist, harpooning three in her direction, chuckling in their dangerous treads.
out for vengeance
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