remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He could’ve predicted Aisha’s chosen munitions, trained in the art of the sword, but not the schematics and design behind it. The beast nodded and smirked at her request, a conviction to listen to them later and impart it as best he could. Rance, however, he didn’t know much about, save for raven forms and seemingly some predisposition to sedition (which likely would’ve rendered him some sort of kinship with the General, considering his acts of covert or overt rebellion over lifetimes). Instead of mulling any further though, he indicated his listening with another nod towards the man, pondering over what to carve into the armaments. “You may both pick them up later today.” They’d be ready once he’d gathered materials together, and spoken to Oliver.The rest of them would be free to go, their work complete, their poise, precision, and predilections intended to be heightened from the training techniques. If they could learn to collaborate frequently with one another, instead of shirking or shrinking in the perilous fault-lines of this world, they’d be all the better for it.
{-FIN}
out for vengeance
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