As though imbrued with blood, the plateau upon which they stand is no longer a hallowed place (the site of a burial, of a bittersweet goodbye, where the corpse of a creature felled in the name of purpose and of good became enshrined, blessed by the kiss and warmth of sunlight), but instead the maw of some great beast which had seen Julius' three sentinels dismantled though not yet devoured.
(Something about this plain... it is familiar to him. Where Julius had said where I will be has no place for you, the Director feels only resoundingly—perturbingly—safe.) ]
Suffer? [ The hand which once obstructed Julius' path now reaches out, clasping Julius' shoulder with a gentle shake (snap out of it, already), a reassuring curl and squeeze of fingers. ] Were I to part from you now, I would surely suffer then.
Leaving a friend behind... it would be a regret impossible to bear.
[ (So you see, Julius, I am only selfish in the end.) ]
Regardless of what may come to pass, or what seems intent upon finding you here— [ The howls, the deep guttural roars of fiends which remain yet unseen grow ever-louder, but--... Sion is only calm, steadfast, sure: ] —I am with you, Julius.
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As though imbrued with blood, the plateau upon which they stand is no longer a hallowed place (the site of a burial, of a bittersweet goodbye, where the corpse of a creature felled in the name of purpose and of good became enshrined, blessed by the kiss and warmth of sunlight), but instead the maw of some great beast which had seen Julius' three sentinels dismantled though not yet devoured.
(Something about this plain... it is familiar to him. Where Julius had said where I will be has no place for you, the Director feels only resoundingly—perturbingly—safe.) ]
Suffer? [ The hand which once obstructed Julius' path now reaches out, clasping Julius' shoulder with a gentle shake (snap out of it, already), a reassuring curl and squeeze of fingers. ] Were I to part from you now, I would surely suffer then.
Leaving a friend behind... it would be a regret impossible to bear.
[ (So you see, Julius, I am only selfish in the end.) ]
Regardless of what may come to pass, or what seems intent upon finding you here— [ The howls, the deep guttural roars of fiends which remain yet unseen grow ever-louder, but--... Sion is only calm, steadfast, sure: ] —I am with you, Julius.
Do not forget it.