{SE} A place of grief

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah let out a deep sigh, glancing at the sky contemplatively. "So it would seem." A cynical grin on his face at the thought of being pulled into yet another war. But Mabel was right. Should the tension lead to true violence, all would have to pick a side. Sah, being still new to this world wasn't sure where he would fall. As to him being human, was he truly? Physically, yes. Mentally and emotionally? Most likely, but not wholly. Even his transformation into an Abandoned couldn't fully eliminate the deep seated instincts in him. The need to hunt, to fight, to lead. The desire for the open air and untamed wilderness. They were all still there, a bit muted, but ever present. A feral nature that would always be visible should one look for it. One visible in his eyes now as they met Mabel's after a moment. "I will never truly be human." Sah shrugged, some of the tension bleeding out of him. "Perhaps. At least, I hope it will." He didn't wish to speak more on the matter so instead, a change in topic. "You speak highly of the Voice. Have you ever met her personally?" sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie