maybe we exist to bleed
“Y-y-you’ll p-probably have more luck than I d-do.” Glas says as honestly as he can. He’s abandoned, through and through, abandoned and forgotten by the gods. At least from what he understands of Noah’s family, he hasn’t heard of them having magic. Or if he has heard about it, he must’ve forgotten. It wasn’t too important to him before now, not when he was squirreled away and protected in his life ever since the attack. Perhaps that’s for the best. “G-Good luck.” He offers instead, looking down and forward to the path they wind through the city.
And he explains briefly that he wasn’t the same when he was attacked, a frown reaching his face, pulling on the scar edged on the corner of his lip and up half his face. But when Noah tells him he understands, explains that he too had an encounter, Glas does manage to glance over at Noah with wide eyes even however briefly it lasts, before he looks down again. “They… Took me. At night when we camped out. I-I-I was sleeping. And t-the next thing… I remember… Is g-g-garbled words… An-And… A knife in m-my m-m-mouth.” He pauses, taking a deep breath to try and quell the stuttering.
And he explains briefly that he wasn’t the same when he was attacked, a frown reaching his face, pulling on the scar edged on the corner of his lip and up half his face. But when Noah tells him he understands, explains that he too had an encounter, Glas does manage to glance over at Noah with wide eyes even however briefly it lasts, before he looks down again. “They… Took me. At night when we camped out. I-I-I was sleeping. And t-the next thing… I remember… Is g-g-garbled words… An-And… A knife in m-my m-m-mouth.” He pauses, taking a deep breath to try and quell the stuttering.
maybe we exist to burn
GLAS
