// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
Her confirmation does relieve his fears a fraction but it still doesn’t quite add the pep back into his step. There’s a nod offered and a hum of agreement, before she’s asking about the war and Varus isn’t sure where to begin. His face scrunches up a fraction as he thinks, trying to bypass the worst of it, deciding that it might be easier to just tell her now what it was he did, what it had cost him, what had complicated everything so terribly.
We’ll see. First, though, the house. “There’s hardly anything left. It’s part of the Ruins now, pushed into the back with a half broken statue.” He hums, considering. “I haven’t tried to sift through the rubble of it yet to see if anything made it.” Hasn't found the courage to do it. But his arm in hers tightens a bit, draws her closer to him as she leans in and he casts his gaze down to her. “The first war was… Brutal and bloody. I was a soldier, yeah, but that’s not all I did.” He winces a fraction, wondering if it’s worth continuing. “Aamu helped train me up to be a soldier and then I went on and fortified my skills at spying and assassinating.” He hums. “It’s how I got my arm wrecked before I went offline. Got too close, in too deep, didn’t have a way out. Luckily for me, I was lost among the rest of everything in Queen’s Gambit, rather than having my body burned by the Old Gods side.” Because if that were the case, he certainly wouldn’t be here now.
We’ll see. First, though, the house. “There’s hardly anything left. It’s part of the Ruins now, pushed into the back with a half broken statue.” He hums, considering. “I haven’t tried to sift through the rubble of it yet to see if anything made it.” Hasn't found the courage to do it. But his arm in hers tightens a bit, draws her closer to him as she leans in and he casts his gaze down to her. “The first war was… Brutal and bloody. I was a soldier, yeah, but that’s not all I did.” He winces a fraction, wondering if it’s worth continuing. “Aamu helped train me up to be a soldier and then I went on and fortified my skills at spying and assassinating.” He hums. “It’s how I got my arm wrecked before I went offline. Got too close, in too deep, didn’t have a way out. Luckily for me, I was lost among the rest of everything in Queen’s Gambit, rather than having my body burned by the Old Gods side.” Because if that were the case, he certainly wouldn’t be here now.
VARUS
