VARUS
The question is aired, asking if they’re okay, and Varus leans back on the balls of his feet to await the answer – curious despite himself. And he receives an awkward smile and a yes that he’s still not entirely sure is answer in and of itself for what the kid sitting there feels. So, Varus steps forward, sitting in the pew in front of Cameron, arms draping across the back of the pew with one metal arm on display and the other made of flesh.
“Are you trying to decide which gods to follow?” He asks with a tilt of his head, trying to gauge whether or not they had an idea. He isn’t sure, given that Cameron didn’t need the shrine when he’d arrived and since then, they’d simply watched the shrine in interest. That made sense, right?
“Are you trying to decide which gods to follow?” He asks with a tilt of his head, trying to gauge whether or not they had an idea. He isn’t sure, given that Cameron didn’t need the shrine when he’d arrived and since then, they’d simply watched the shrine in interest. That made sense, right?
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
