"Reckon we're all grateful for the help," There's a wall with Cedric's name marked on it, by those same four letters. Gone, and the echo of it passes over him. "But 's important work down here. Don't mean t'rob it of you."
Borrowed to another task, to another life. He takes a moment to take it in: The stiffness of spine, the turn of an eye. Peels the helmet strap free. Ancient leather cracks, ready for a head.
Cedric regards thin man and dead man; side-by-side.
"The Mortalitasi we've had, they came back here. Seems they were needed."
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"Reckon we're all grateful for the help," There's a wall with Cedric's name marked on it, by those same four letters. Gone, and the echo of it passes over him. "But 's important work down here. Don't mean t'rob it of you."
Borrowed to another task, to another life. He takes a moment to take it in: The stiffness of spine, the turn of an eye. Peels the helmet strap free. Ancient leather cracks, ready for a head.
Cedric regards thin man and dead man; side-by-side.
"The Mortalitasi we've had, they came back here. Seems they were needed."