fight, because you don't know how to die quietly
He’s a bit late to arrive, but he still manages to slip through the doors of the Temple – slinking in so that he stands beside the rest of them, arms crossed, gaze watching Mabel as she explains what had occurred. He finds himself drifting a bit closer to Isla, head tilting toward her as she begins to speak – as Varus begins to process what information is said.
And all Varus has to offer over the news of the warriors not being ready, is to sigh quietly before his chin tilts up – his gaze finding Mabel and the rest of them, any who would choose to listen. “I will start working on more trainings. If anyone needs any tips or help preparing, you can come to me.” Perhaps it had been a good thing he’s been practicing so much, if this was how close war was to being on their doorstep again.
And all Varus has to offer over the news of the warriors not being ready, is to sigh quietly before his chin tilts up – his gaze finding Mabel and the rest of them, any who would choose to listen. “I will start working on more trainings. If anyone needs any tips or help preparing, you can come to me.” Perhaps it had been a good thing he’s been practicing so much, if this was how close war was to being on their doorstep again.
VARUS
