"Indeed." He packed away the blood-soaked cotton, wrapping it in the waxed packet the boluses had been in. The residue would help fix the blood, and let it keep a while.
"Even the Golden Order has realized it had spurned its own salvation, when Marika banished the Tarnished from the Lands Between. But they still believe that they shall rise again."
He still tread along the edge of truth. It would be improper to speak more, until she'd proven herself. But hadn't her spirit proved so much already? "Perhaps they are right. But if there is a better way, why not see it done?"
As to the matters at hand, well. "Oh, you needn't worry. It will be refilled. And I've no need of it." Though the hoarseness was beginning to creep back into his voice. He'd screamed so, his voice would need time to heal.
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Date: 2023-01-05 01:09 am (UTC)"Even the Golden Order has realized it had spurned its own salvation, when Marika banished the Tarnished from the Lands Between. But they still believe that they shall rise again."
He still tread along the edge of truth. It would be improper to speak more, until she'd proven herself. But hadn't her spirit proved so much already? "Perhaps they are right. But if there is a better way, why not see it done?"
As to the matters at hand, well. "Oh, you needn't worry. It will be refilled. And I've no need of it." Though the hoarseness was beginning to creep back into his voice. He'd screamed so, his voice would need time to heal.