death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Endure, persevere, steadfastly raise his head against the world, against the void, conquer, and fight – it’d been his mantra, his sticking point, for so long that he hardly knew anything else.
Except for drowning in despair, except for clawing his way to the surface time after time after time.
Except for living and breathing in exhaustion, for surviving when the pressure was too great and the world too overwhelming, and all he did was yearn to break apart, be left aside. Someone else’s turn to suffer and surge.
His eyes roamed to where Sunjata lingered, where the unicorn had finished the last of her apples and went to nip at the bag, searching for more. “Yes. It just gets more difficult each time.” And the Flood would know, would understand, would comprehend those matters, considering the amount of trials and tribulations he’d found himself stuck, mired, and rooted within. How, with each passing circumstance, the roads looked less and less familiar, how it took far more effort to breathe, to exist, to stay. "How is Ru?"
The Sword clenched his jaw, extended another sigh. “Let me know if you need any more information, or assistance.” He didn’t know what else he could do, but it’d keep his mind, his soul, occupied, instead of waiting for oblivion.
Except for drowning in despair, except for clawing his way to the surface time after time after time.
Except for living and breathing in exhaustion, for surviving when the pressure was too great and the world too overwhelming, and all he did was yearn to break apart, be left aside. Someone else’s turn to suffer and surge.
His eyes roamed to where Sunjata lingered, where the unicorn had finished the last of her apples and went to nip at the bag, searching for more. “Yes. It just gets more difficult each time.” And the Flood would know, would understand, would comprehend those matters, considering the amount of trials and tribulations he’d found himself stuck, mired, and rooted within. How, with each passing circumstance, the roads looked less and less familiar, how it took far more effort to breathe, to exist, to stay. "How is Ru?"
The Sword clenched his jaw, extended another sigh. “Let me know if you need any more information, or assistance.” He didn’t know what else he could do, but it’d keep his mind, his soul, occupied, instead of waiting for oblivion.
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