save me from myself

Pyrrhic was obviously conflicted about Iroh’s words, the younger Abraxas rethought his words but he still felt strongly about them. The god Abraxas had never done anything for the young wolf, he’d never heard his voice, never garnered any favor. Iroh remained silent as he listened to his cousin’s words. He was ready to write off the gad, he felt no guilt and no lingering devotion, but he remained silent in those opinions. Pyrrhic was much more concerned and devoted and Iroh wasn’t sure what to say.

Honestly Iroh wasn’t sure if it really mattered if his cousin heard Abraxas’s voice or not. He was their leader and the loyalty he bred in his people was more than enough to prove his ability in Iroh’s mind. He wasn’t sure that his cousin wanted to hear what he believed. ”Then we’re all wrong.” Iroh started, reliving the meeting right after they lost Malleus. ”Your people have chosen you, Pyrrhic.”