VARUS
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for?
what i am, or what i'm not?
what i am, or what i'm not?
“Gods no.” Varus comments as she finishes up the sutures and he immediately feels relief from the warnings that had been blaring in his head. The arm is detached and he spends a few moments peering at it, debating waving it around, before she captures his attention again and that charming grin is plastered back on. “Ruining this one wasn’t entirely the plan in the first place.” He offers with a light chuckle. “Though I guess neither was getting stuck under a hedge for three hundred fucking years, yet here I am.” The Ascended’s shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, though it’s lost on half of him.
He moves to stand while she puts away the tools and cleans up the work space. “Honestly, doc, I hope I don’t need to.” He offers with another crooked grin. “But I will be seeing you soon regardless, I’m sure.” He winks to her, moving toward the door to not keep her longer than she had planned on staying. He’s got a shrine to get to, to replenish himself, and a lot of time on his hand to figure out what all else had changed.
He moves to stand while she puts away the tools and cleans up the work space. “Honestly, doc, I hope I don’t need to.” He offers with another crooked grin. “But I will be seeing you soon regardless, I’m sure.” He winks to her, moving toward the door to not keep her longer than she had planned on staying. He’s got a shrine to get to, to replenish himself, and a lot of time on his hand to figure out what all else had changed.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
