Breaking Ways

The Warlord was glad he was sitting, the words of the old, steady warrior surprised him. She had worked her way up through the Armada based on her merits alone. Did she really wish to leave? His frown grew as he considered all the complications. She was family, if she thought to take Io she would be in for a surprise. “Have you spoken to Io?” he asked softly, hiding his own hurt behind the words.

“You wish to create a pack of your own? What exactly are you asking me, Resin. Are you asking to split from the Armada and go your own way, or are you asking to extend the Armada. If your intention is to leave us… me. What do you intend to do to earn your freedom?” The words spilled out before he could think too heavily upon them. he come to rely on Resin. she was his.