[ See, Hayame. You want to permadie. Set made sure he'd just come back like a bad memory. ]
If I was unwilling to put my soul on the line for us, what kind of man would I be? I admit, I did bargain to make my return a given — I am not stupid.
[ Not an inch of him suggests that he turned upon his life in despair, that he sought to escape anything ( save for his responsibilities for a few days ). His eyes are tired, the dark mesdemet he lines them with unable to cover the bite dissipation has taken out of him — but, the irises themselves shine, bright and savage with excitement. With new confidence, with direction and perhaps even the madness that exists within someone so wildly driven to mysteries and puzzles and hidden things. He is a Savant, after all. The knowledge and wisdom he obtains is for all Shardbearers, whether it hurts them or helps them.
He grasps her a little tighter, rising on his toes as a wind picks up behind him too — a hot one, ripping across the landscape to buffet his hair and disturb the landscape. Things are being uncovered, revealed. Strings connected to points of interest. ]
I was able to contact a Shardbearer from the past, Hayame. Someone dead to this world, by connecting my soul to the Tree of Life — an Iconoclast, like you. Like the Oracle, below the Tree.
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If I was unwilling to put my soul on the line for us, what kind of man would I be? I admit, I did bargain to make my return a given — I am not stupid.
[ Not an inch of him suggests that he turned upon his life in despair, that he sought to escape anything ( save for his responsibilities for a few days ). His eyes are tired, the dark mesdemet he lines them with unable to cover the bite dissipation has taken out of him — but, the irises themselves shine, bright and savage with excitement. With new confidence, with direction and perhaps even the madness that exists within someone so wildly driven to mysteries and puzzles and hidden things. He is a Savant, after all. The knowledge and wisdom he obtains is for all Shardbearers, whether it hurts them or helps them.
He grasps her a little tighter, rising on his toes as a wind picks up behind him too — a hot one, ripping across the landscape to buffet his hair and disturb the landscape. Things are being uncovered, revealed. Strings connected to points of interest. ]
I was able to contact a Shardbearer from the past, Hayame. Someone dead to this world, by connecting my soul to the Tree of Life — an Iconoclast, like you. Like the Oracle, below the Tree.