and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Stormbreak indeed: the cradle of the Order, the self-righteous Accepted lording over Caido from their perch up on high. The root of so much misery and suffering. He's surprised she's curious about it, and perhaps it shows on his face, in the slight lift of his brow.Then he laughs, softly, gently. "Then maybe it is best I rescue you from here," he offers. And if he hesitates, it is only because he knows that out there, he cannot forget any longer, cannot pretend it didn't happen, because the dead still litter the burnt streets and the distant, reeking memory of smoke hangs in the air. Perhaps, if they are careful where they walk...
He makes his way through the clean Infirmary to the door, holding it up for Isla to release them into the filthy, sooty world beyond. He is silent as they pass through the Temple, and once outside he turns away from the Settlement, where most of the destruction seems to be. Aside from not wanting to go there he is content to let Isla steer them, or merely to wander where their feet take them.
"I was born in Stormbreak," he finally says, when the words have built up in the back of his throat for too long. "An Accepted, of course. There were no Ascended, and no Order, but Stormbreak believed in their own superiority anyway, even back then." If he sounds a little bitter, it is because he is. "I think they've been the capital of Caido since it was formed." He glances at her. "Where are you from? The Grounds?"
Aamu
