who we are and all that we're trying to be
Reassuring for some perhaps; but certainly not on the Sword. His sketches hadn’t pierced anything to fruition, and the very nature of some aspects meant he couldn’t properly orchestrate what he wanted to do. Even his creative efforts had limitations, and between recent events, all of the weight had lingered back on his shoulders. It didn’t help that he very infrequently asked for support or assistance, leaving the festering wakes to linger in only his mind, and no one else’s. Perhaps this was a better opportunity. “If you have ideas, I am all ears.” An alternative perspective, rather than eternally his.
More questions, more inquiries, more vitality to a perplexing dilemma. He tilted his head another fraction, before gazing along the tundra once more. “I know of appeals to the Old Gods. I am not certain if anyone has tried with the Voice.” He certainly hadn’t – and had no intention of doing so.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
