remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
It likely said a great deal about his too, if his machinations immediately pinpointed on besting opponents. But that was how he’d lived a majority of his lives; pushing past barriers and breaking down fortresses, and clambering for liberation. How he’d been raised – to be swift, strong, and clever, to not be clouded by whims of judgement so quickly. But there were opportunities for more than just that; and so he arched his brow at her next question. “She is like a sister to me,” maybe as a warning, that they were either vastly similar to one another, or that the close bond meant he was seeing her through rose-colored glasses. They’d seen one another through some very dark days, and so he wouldn’t comment on the aspects of heartache and melancholy, of loss and anguish, of bitterness and rancor. But his rumble took on a distinctly mischievous undertone, with a juvenile, boyish grin to match. “Ru is a woman of many facets. A hybrid, like myself.” They might’ve been the few left to hold the term. “Loyal, kind, devoted to her friends and family.” A shrug of his shoulders followed, as if all the sentimentality felt wrong. “Mercurial and capricious at times, but I think you would enjoy her teaching.”
out for vengeance
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