who we are and all that we're trying to be
His eyes went to her immediately along the vestiges of lilac smoke, and her words inspired a nod, fully aware of the length of time it had taken him to come back here. A part of him was still ashamed for it. “I know. I needed to fix some things first.” Torchline and its burnt buildings, Halo and its allegiances, defenses, and modicums of power. “I apologize for taking so long.”
As for the rest, the Sword was not ignorant either. But he knew his skills couldn’t and wouldn’t match hers, no matter how much of a creative proportion he placed within, with limitations ensconced and understood. “Yes, but your abilities far exceed my own,” and he paused, gaze going down towards the scale, pondering what he’d likely see in the shades of looming war. “A resistance to dark magic.”
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
