[Training] no one told you to breathe

MELITA

Too late then; her warning signifying nothing in its belated and delayed prominence. Her eyes went to the floor for a moment, picking through the assemblage of what she wanted to say (are you an idiot? and please be careful clambering through the roughly-hewn). Sunjata had always walked a very dangerous line – sometimes right in the brink of it. It would be arrogant to believe herself out of those pathways, but she’d also never promised Ludo she’d commit to some of these actions. She gave loyalty – freely – but hadn’t gestured to become it’s assassin, or been asked to linger in those realms.

Melita feared for him still; for she didn’t know Safrin well enough, naught beyond kindness or beauty. “Don’t be forced to do something you don’t want to do, then.” Whether it be murder, or some sneaky, duplicitous edges: a dagger signifying naught and everything in one fell swoop – serrated blades, hidden and tucked away, perfected for close contact and combat. The youth wasn’t even sure what would happen if someone told a god or a herald no; but Roana, and so many others, had those opportunities. Maybe they just didn’t want to see the consequences. How deep could one become so mired and beholden?

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts