remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
An air of amusement remained on his features, the slightest rising of his brow, as Morgan admitted a lack of control. “It will come with time and practice.” He shrugged, not bothered by it. Composure and jurisdiction, supremacy and sway, were never ready available until they’d put the effort in – it’d been the same in Helovia, gradually earning their dominance over enchantments as the tactics became more familiar, more inherent, more honed. He had no explanation for the other manifestations though; pieces of puzzles and incantations not readily apparent or bestowed by bloodlines; appearing like threads, like strands, like portions of the unknown until pulled and utilized.His eyes went towards Zuriel, continuing to graze nearby, not even remotely bothered by the interplaying scenes of water pillars or tornadoes. Neither of them seemed very injured or fatigued (minus the bruises on his shins, easily rendered and fixed when they were finished); his fortitude and endurance had long since grown since the day he’d spent in the Spire, mind screaming warnings of not lasting much longer (burning, blistering, death read in the lines of his bones). The Sword’s gaze swept back to her, proffering the decision to the Warden. “I am fine either way.” To continue, or to cease and desist there. “Up to you.” Maybe she had other tricks she wished to strive and try. Maybe she’d had enough.
out for vengeance
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