Isaac expects so. Expects too, that rage has seldom troubled Ilias; not where others might. Distant,
"I've seldom seen it so close," In the war, he'd had the pleasure of running. Before: "The remains of a Harrowing are more — limited."
A knight, burned and weeping. A new absence, a rumour; a sun-marked man mopping at the stain.
"But everyone knows someone." Had Cassia been the first? No, only the loudest. He shifts the cup in hand, places it down again. Drags a hand along his face. "I wish I'd better news for you."
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Isaac expects so. Expects too, that rage has seldom troubled Ilias; not where others might. Distant,
"I've seldom seen it so close," In the war, he'd had the pleasure of running. Before: "The remains of a Harrowing are more — limited."
A knight, burned and weeping. A new absence, a rumour; a sun-marked man mopping at the stain.
"But everyone knows someone." Had Cassia been the first? No, only the loudest. He shifts the cup in hand, places it down again. Drags a hand along his face. "I wish I'd better news for you."