remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Neron’s opinions mattered very little to the Sword; he didn’t know the man, save for what he’d been told of the previous Warden’s efforts, mistakes, and mishaps. Purposefully juvenile with the haphazard smirk embedding itself into his features, the beast silently refilled Morgan’s container, watching and waiting until the brim was met, before ceasing. “You are welcome.” Then he returned to his own, another long swallow, permitting the arch of the burn to sizzle down his throat.With the Fae and Ascended efforts, the monolith could only stare at the wall, thoughts contemplating in a series of interwoven cycles and possibilities. The actual image and notion of the Wraith being dragged along to prison nearly made him laugh; an unbelievable sanction of circumstances. “We do not know all of the Fae’s capabilities. When Delah reigned, they appeared to be a formidable force.” He’d seen and been impressed with them firsthand on numerous occasions – but they weren’t aware of their numbers, of how many lay hidden in the forest, or what else the woods, the copses contained. Juniper had spoken of their need for allies though, which made him wonder just how badly things had fallen along the village. “However, I agree. Wessex would not go quietly.” Not when she could just as easily break it all apart, piece by piece. He presumed the Queen of the Grounds wasn’t the same as she’d been before – situations unwound, changed, from those early days amongst and amidst the fold. Would the rest of the Ascended permit such a result anyway? Would it inspire more sedition? More mutiny? More insurrection? More destruction?
Deimos arched a brow at the rest of Morgan’s responses. “Are the other leaders to judge as well?” Or merely her, based on the neutral aspects? It really only left Torchline for now; unless other beacons and pawns fell in the meantime. The doubt of the moments happening at all gave him pause; because how many other times had plans gone so completely awry? “It could lead to a whole series of circumstances.” A portion of his soul – the curious, insightful, inquisitive nature of his bearings (and subsequent calculating, Machiavellian aspect) – would yearn to be a fly on the wall just to watch it all transpire.
out for vengeance
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