REXANNA
It wasn’t the answer she had been hoping for, but she still takes Bastien’s hand and squeezes it tightly – searching out Clemente in the group to give him a light squeeze on his shoulder as well. But she follows the rest of them – filing through and relatively silent as they all make their way through the woods to the shrine that sits therein.
She can’t help but to wonder why they couldn’t agree – why it couldn’t be worth the fight. To save people that weren’t entirely people to begin with – prior products of what they’ve become. She can’t imagine a place where they would’ve kept things like that around. But, alas, it wasn’t unanimous, and so they face another hard and challenging Longnight of losing friends to the monsters that roamed the night. To those that kept the souls of lovers and friends away from Mort. To those that taunted and toyed at memories many didn’t want relived.
She can’t help but to wonder why they couldn’t agree – why it couldn’t be worth the fight. To save people that weren’t entirely people to begin with – prior products of what they’ve become. She can’t imagine a place where they would’ve kept things like that around. But, alas, it wasn’t unanimous, and so they face another hard and challenging Longnight of losing friends to the monsters that roamed the night. To those that kept the souls of lovers and friends away from Mort. To those that taunted and toyed at memories many didn’t want relived.
until the lambs
have become
lions
