Strive as she might, the theory of these matters inevitably outpaces her. He’s more adept. The value of an outsider's perspective, she supposes. The long wear of death strikes a different image than the Breach. Maybe it shouldn’t — it would explain the use the shard-holders have been of strengthening this place.
Her hand lingers a moment on the woman's sleeve, pulls away.
"Kabris and Rosamunde."
Fools. To pretend to the possibility of such a thing, to die for it. So they'd died as equals. So what? Far better to have lived as them. You live alone if you must, but you live. This rest is only fantasy: A pretty dream for those willing to close their eyes to the facts. To the fight. Well, she wishes them all the fucking best of it.
Wren shifts to stand. Motion, action, it’s always been easier than stillness. Tastes less bitter in her mouth.
"I shall check them against the rosters. Perhaps some note can be made. If there are any surviving family,"
She gestures, knows how little it will mean. This happened.
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Strive as she might, the theory of these matters inevitably outpaces her. He’s more adept. The value of an outsider's perspective, she supposes. The long wear of death strikes a different image than the Breach. Maybe it shouldn’t — it would explain the use the shard-holders have been of strengthening this place.
Her hand lingers a moment on the woman's sleeve, pulls away.
"Kabris and Rosamunde."
Fools. To pretend to the possibility of such a thing, to die for it. So they'd died as equals. So what? Far better to have lived as them. You live alone if you must, but you live. This rest is only fantasy: A pretty dream for those willing to close their eyes to the facts. To the fight. Well, she wishes them all the fucking best of it.
Wren shifts to stand. Motion, action, it’s always been easier than stillness. Tastes less bitter in her mouth.
"I shall check them against the rosters. Perhaps some note can be made. If there are any surviving family,"
She gestures, knows how little it will mean. This happened.