[ While Sion dreams, he keeps his gaze fixed firmly on the bonfire now roaring before them. The smell stings only a little against his eyes, grey looking forward and through the dancing flames towards an indeterminate point to the horizon. Already the features of the dead are becoming hard to make out, mangled and melded together in the fire - a fire of purgatory, a fire of erasure.
And not for the first time her voice rings in his head.
"Cleanse this filthy world... my son, my one and only, raze it all to ash."
So it's with a measure of surprise that he turns to listen to Sion speak - surprise at the other's tears locked from his expression but not his eyes, the barest lift of his eyebrows before he settles into his previous solemn expression, his figure cut black against the flames and Sion's shining white. ]
Justice will be done.
[ He echoes the other's statement - voice quiet in contrast, yet still firm. So many have died, and it's easier to focus on the task ahead than on what's happened. He only prays that he will still find the strength to do so, when all this is over.
In silence he retrieves a handkerchief out of one pocket and offers it to the other. It's a piece of plain fabric, though its texture will immediately identify it as one of expensive make. ]
no subject
And not for the first time her voice rings in his head.
"Cleanse this filthy world... my son, my one and only, raze it all to ash."
So it's with a measure of surprise that he turns to listen to Sion speak - surprise at the other's tears locked from his expression but not his eyes, the barest lift of his eyebrows before he settles into his previous solemn expression, his figure cut black against the flames and Sion's shining white. ]
Justice will be done.
[ He echoes the other's statement - voice quiet in contrast, yet still firm. So many have died, and it's easier to focus on the task ahead than on what's happened. He only prays that he will still find the strength to do so, when all this is over.
In silence he retrieves a handkerchief out of one pocket and offers it to the other. It's a piece of plain fabric, though its texture will immediately identify it as one of expensive make. ]