save me from myself

Iroh’s brows furrowed as Pyrrhic shifted from an almost humor to a bitter lashing. The boy heard a few stories about their god, but he’d never really held as much interest in the deity. Iroh wouldn’t have mentioned it to anyone that he didn’t even know if he believed. Especially not after the volcano. ”Well, he’s never spoken to me.” as the boy grew he realized more now the difference between mortal and immortal. They all bled, just like the animals they hunted and ate. Just like any other wolf. ”Not that I’m anything special.” He added, trying to recall if his mother had ever heard the lord abraxas’s voice. ”It’s not.. it’s not god that makes you great. not his voice at least. You’ve always been a leader Pyrrhic. You need to trust in yourself more and less..” ”on god,” He looked back up to Pyrrhic sheepishly. He’d never denied god like this before.