[ that's what it was. a partner. sentenced to death by truth? a tragedy without a doubt.
lightning quiets, but not for too long. she knows how oppressive silence can be, and the last thing she wants to turn this conversation is into a wake. she had torn away empathy from her heart, but the goddess had it restored.
human suffering—emotion—the heart.
the sergeant tries to look into his eyes and to make sure he still has the resolve to continue on. then, gingerly, she lifts a hand to his shoulder and gently squeezes. a soldier's gesture of comfort. ]
...Don't crumble. You wouldn't have done it have you had any other choice. If it was me, I wouldn't want to fall by any other hand.
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lightning quiets, but not for too long. she knows how oppressive silence can be, and the last thing she wants to turn this conversation is into a wake. she had torn away empathy from her heart, but the goddess had it restored.
human suffering—emotion—the heart.
the sergeant tries to look into his eyes and to make sure he still has the resolve to continue on. then, gingerly, she lifts a hand to his shoulder and gently squeezes. a soldier's gesture of comfort. ]
...Don't crumble. You wouldn't have done it have you had any other choice. If it was me, I wouldn't want to fall by any other hand.