i have died everyday waiting for you
“I know.” Mort soothes, nodding. Reassurances of the kind that have to do with it all being part of a bigger picture are not in the god’s vocabulary, and so instead he bridges the gap between he and Ronin to slip his arm around the other man’s shoulders. “I know.” Mort’s fingers tighten against Ronin’s shoulder, infusing the Huntsman with love and ease, though not in an effort to erase Ronin’s sadness and grief, but merely to make the load easier for him to bear.
“Perhaps then we could protect a small piece of his soul, and mark it solely as something meant not for death. To have something soft and easy come from within him instead of from you.” Mort suggests, tilting his head thoughtfully at Ronin. “Is there anything like that you could think of?”
“Perhaps then we could protect a small piece of his soul, and mark it solely as something meant not for death. To have something soft and easy come from within him instead of from you.” Mort suggests, tilting his head thoughtfully at Ronin. “Is there anything like that you could think of?”
