CHULANE
why do things happen with no reason or rhyme?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
A new normal, another thing he'd always said to people who'd lost, another thing that grated at him. A world without her, a normal without her, a life without her - that's all it meant. And he hated it, he wanted to change it, to deny it traction, to hold onto what he had before--
But what he had before was already long gone, he was just yet to accept it.
He shrugged, a small motion of his shoulders, neither openly accepting nor denying Loren's words on that.
"Changing?" He echoed softly, hmming to himself, as he gave Loren's words as much consideration as his tired mind could. He couldn't even pretend to be an expert on the gods and what they meant, having only ever spoken to a handful of individuals who'd had anything directly to do with them in his travels about Caido so far.
He looked over the healer, over the burns that this Tanau had left, that his actions had caused. Firebrand is right, he thought idly. "Like all things… Time will tell, I suppose." He gave a poor attempt at comfort, an echo of the very words he'd heard from so many people recently - hating that it was true.
But what he had before was already long gone, he was just yet to accept it.
He shrugged, a small motion of his shoulders, neither openly accepting nor denying Loren's words on that.
"Changing?" He echoed softly, hmming to himself, as he gave Loren's words as much consideration as his tired mind could. He couldn't even pretend to be an expert on the gods and what they meant, having only ever spoken to a handful of individuals who'd had anything directly to do with them in his travels about Caido so far.
He looked over the healer, over the burns that this Tanau had left, that his actions had caused. Firebrand is right, he thought idly. "Like all things… Time will tell, I suppose." He gave a poor attempt at comfort, an echo of the very words he'd heard from so many people recently - hating that it was true.
how do we keep going, through the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
