[ What path do you intend to walk with so heavy a heart?
Left behind: a great creature laid to rest, a white wolf returned to the earth and swathed in sunlight as those who had fought remembered (Romeo, at the sound of the name, Julius turns away, steeling his gaze in a way which Sion has glimpsed many a time and only when the man deemed it fit to suppress his own emotions) and were all the more reluctant to lose again, reaching out to their friend who drifts farther away as he speaks of duty; of something which belongs to him alone.
Overhead: the noonday sun diminishes, tempers as though passing through a filter of otherworldly color, notes of green and blue prominent in the grassland where they stand, and though Sion does not know how they have come to be here, it is right that they are. Even if Julius should seem ever-distant, his back guarded by a squadron of automatons, Sion still knows--...
This is precisely where he wishes to be. ]
Do you not know it? If there is only one thing that ever made me worthy of my rank, it is the knowledge that we – that humans – have no power alone.
[ Always, humans either rose or fell together. So bound to one another, it is the people of a moon (a world, a realm) who possessed the strongest power, the greatest faith.
What might be accomplished by Julius promising to return in one breath, then failing to keep his word in another? ]
So...
[ A breeze passes through the clearing, parting the grass and tousling Sion's hair as a serene smile plays upon his face, bright—as ever and as always—despite bearing the poignant weight of regret which isn't his own.
(A sadness so pervasive and deep that one would either smile through it or succumb to it entirely.) ]
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[ What path do you intend to walk with so heavy a heart?
Left behind: a great creature laid to rest, a white wolf returned to the earth and swathed in sunlight as those who had fought remembered (Romeo, at the sound of the name, Julius turns away, steeling his gaze in a way which Sion has glimpsed many a time and only when the man deemed it fit to suppress his own emotions) and were all the more reluctant to lose again, reaching out to their friend who drifts farther away as he speaks of duty; of something which belongs to him alone.
Overhead: the noonday sun diminishes, tempers as though passing through a filter of otherworldly color, notes of green and blue prominent in the grassland where they stand, and though Sion does not know how they have come to be here, it is right that they are. Even if Julius should seem ever-distant, his back guarded by a squadron of automatons, Sion still knows--...
This is precisely where he wishes to be. ]
Do you not know it? If there is only one thing that ever made me worthy of my rank, it is the knowledge that we – that humans – have no power alone.
[ Always, humans either rose or fell together. So bound to one another, it is the people of a moon (a world, a realm) who possessed the strongest power, the greatest faith.
What might be accomplished by Julius promising to return in one breath, then failing to keep his word in another? ]
So...
[ A breeze passes through the clearing, parting the grass and tousling Sion's hair as a serene smile plays upon his face, bright—as ever and as always—despite bearing the poignant weight of regret which isn't his own.
(A sadness so pervasive and deep that one would either smile through it or succumb to it entirely.) ]
I'm coming with you.