Azrael
“I don’t think that calling him the Prince was supposed to be a good thing…” They admit with a small frown before they’re shaking their head and their curls are bouncing around their head. “I don’t know what he can do really, but he really liked Isla and I think he’s bound to her now?” They offer the information easily, having seen most of it first hand – having talked to the Prince only briefly when they’d found him and saved him.
They’re quick to follow their father into the Spire, their gaze following up the broken staircase before they look back to Bastien with a pinch of their brows. “Aunt Wessex asked me that too… And I told her I didn’t want to. I wanted to help where I could because I’m a good builder but I don’t… Want to do any of the fighting.” They say, stepping around their father further into the Spire and looking up at the wreckage and the parts where the rebuilding had begun.
"Are you going to fight?" They ask quietly, turning to glance back at their father.
They’re quick to follow their father into the Spire, their gaze following up the broken staircase before they look back to Bastien with a pinch of their brows. “Aunt Wessex asked me that too… And I told her I didn’t want to. I wanted to help where I could because I’m a good builder but I don’t… Want to do any of the fighting.” They say, stepping around their father further into the Spire and looking up at the wreckage and the parts where the rebuilding had begun.
"Are you going to fight?" They ask quietly, turning to glance back at their father.
Oh, brother, run fast, brother, run fast
They're coming your way, coming your way
They're coming your way, coming your way
