remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He nodded, the notes of apprehension if the Shield wouldn’t heal quickly or efficiently, despite his actions, despite some promises and convictions, weren’t allowed to take root; pressing onward as best he could, a nod segmented at her comment. “I received a quest from Safrin, so hopefully soon.” When he’d completed it, when leaves were brandished and collected, when soil and bones were rendered, when waters from a full moon filled a crystal jar. The General nodded, comfortable in his quarters, further into the front room, pulling out a chair if she wished to sit, as he wandered along the table, listening. He managed a snort at her next comment, granting her a well-earned eyeroll. “What a feat.” Low expectations and standards; he hadn’t met anyone who actually liked Zariah – not at least the ones who’d experienced her rampage across the Hollowed Grounds. Rexanna had been amongst those poised to become extended family, whether she'd wanted to or not. Forced attributes and designations only earned sedition. He tilted his head though, and wondered. Was Neron simply far more skilled in manipulations and machinations, where the Merciless had often did exactly as she said? He might’ve appreciated her for that – if it wasn’t so hellbent towards supremacy and tyranny. He’d reserve his judgment of Neron until he met him, though unfortunately biased towards anyone of the familial descent. “What did you offer in return?” Used to trades, to exchanges, from one thing to another – Helovia had never garnished or granted anything for free.
out for vengeance
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