Oh, she understood. He could barely contain his pride. It didn't matter that he'd known her so briefly, she was such a perfect child. "Only a few. We left the war together."
He clasps his hands in his lap, fidgeting as he often did. "Our compassion was not restrained to those we served. We stopped the hearts of all that suffered, ally and enemy alike." He could understand the why his colleagues now extended that mercy to all. The war was so all-consuming, there were none now without wounds. Why not bleed those that malingered, especially when their sacrifice would nurture the Divinity?
He'd once sworn that he'd bleed the Lands dry if called upon to do so. But that was not his role to play. "You would appreciate the daggers we wielded, I'm sure of it." Perhaps he should return to the Mausoleum again. Ayatan certainly deserved a better weapon than some rust-bitten blade.
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He clasps his hands in his lap, fidgeting as he often did. "Our compassion was not restrained to those we served. We stopped the hearts of all that suffered, ally and enemy alike." He could understand the why his colleagues now extended that mercy to all. The war was so all-consuming, there were none now without wounds. Why not bleed those that malingered, especially when their sacrifice would nurture the Divinity?
He'd once sworn that he'd bleed the Lands dry if called upon to do so. But that was not his role to play. "You would appreciate the daggers we wielded, I'm sure of it." Perhaps he should return to the Mausoleum again. Ayatan certainly deserved a better weapon than some rust-bitten blade.