tell me how to move on

They both knew that they weren't really talking about the volcano, and in another framw of mind Eligos may have found some amusement in the way that each took such significance from such an innocuous conversation. "Move forward," Eligos advised grimly. "You can't ever go back anyhow, and if you're too busy looking over your shoulder to see where you've been you will walk right into the volcano's mouth." His gaze was rapidly going distant again as hia attention faded inward, expression graven of grimly neutral lines, paws flexing absently to drive his claws into and out of the ashy dirt. His father's death had been a waste, for though he had brought the heretic down into the volcano it had not been worth the cost. The Abraxas needed to move forward, to emerge from the ashes of Malleus' death like a phoenix, but Eligos still found himself curled within the proverbial egg, unable to truly move past his loss to lead them into rebirth. His words were aimed as much at himself as the other male, and a faint edge of frustration at himself grated in his tone.