Through the Fire and the Flame we Carry On

Though he was struggling to impart some sort of wisdom, kind words with which to soothe the torn heart of the larger male, Epitaph was failing. Despite his attempt at helpfulness, Rhyme dejectedly uttered ”Sometimes I wish I could be swallowed.” To which, the slender male could only sigh softly, snout dipping in a solemn nod. ”But I do have children, who need a functioning father.” he admitted. This was true, poor Poem and Motif (and surely the other mysterious pups) would be devastated without the love and guidance of their father. Regardless of how strenuous their relationship with their parents, the girls would thrive all the more with both of them to rely on. ”I love them too much to fall.”

Rhyme leaned his weight lightly into the wisps own lean body, and the dark male welcomed the affection. His gaze drifted to the other male's outstretched paw, placed upon the grave. "Tell me about your other children, Rhyme. I didn't know of them until now, I'd like to hear about them." he rasped, letting the comfortable warmth of the titan's form seep into his aching joints. It would be nice to see fresh faces, if he ran into the little ones at some point. Better still to know their names, and what they looked like.