veilfires: (then are our beggars bodies)

[personal profile] veilfires 2019-06-09 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Her choice of maxim is wearying. Perhaps because it is the kind he would have said himself, long, long ago, when he believed in his brave, empty words. It’s easy to assert you wouldn’t sacrifice one world to save your own when you’ve never faced such a choice. He does not admire it – but he wouldn’t wish the choice upon her, either.]

That is all I could ask.

[They’re in the light of a sunrise in full bloom, but half his face is hidden by the shadow it casts. They are allies, then – to a point. It’s better to face a new day and a new world with that in hand.]