'I'm stuck waiting for your bloody disappointment. Try'n be kind, when it lands. To our Ben, especially.'
Kind was never the word for Gabranth. Not for his deeds, not for his purpose— not for the death that ended him or the shadow of his old, forgotten life. There are only two in the world he once called his own that share his blood, and his brother was the only one who knew enough of mercy to wear it openly.
Benedict had done as he needed to. He'd acted, without need for absolute force to be set upon him, and more importantly, he'd stayed true to the only order Gabranth had given him. He'd kept her safe, as much as anyone could manage. It does, despite everything, count.
But between them, it resolves nothing.
His armor is scorched from spent ozone, an obvious heaviness to his stride across his left leg where adrenaline hasn't entirely dulled sensation: and yet at a glance, he looks entirely unharmed thanks to that all-encompassing visage. No blood— if he'd even sustained any deeper damage— visible against a color so intentionally dark, clearly meant to serve that exact purpose. He walks as tall as ever towards Benedict's location...
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Kind was never the word for Gabranth. Not for his deeds, not for his purpose— not for the death that ended him or the shadow of his old, forgotten life. There are only two in the world he once called his own that share his blood, and his brother was the only one who knew enough of mercy to wear it openly.
Benedict had done as he needed to. He'd acted, without need for absolute force to be set upon him, and more importantly, he'd stayed true to the only order Gabranth had given him. He'd kept her safe, as much as anyone could manage. It does, despite everything, count.
But between them, it resolves nothing.
His armor is scorched from spent ozone, an obvious heaviness to his stride across his left leg where adrenaline hasn't entirely dulled sensation: and yet at a glance, he looks entirely unharmed thanks to that all-encompassing visage. No blood— if he'd even sustained any deeper damage— visible against a color so intentionally dark, clearly meant to serve that exact purpose. He walks as tall as ever towards Benedict's location...
...and then past it entirely.