Life Ain't Always Beautiful

She allowed him to pull her close. There was a split second where he thought - but no, she came willingly. Her head cradled across his limb. She tilted her head, eyes to the doorway, but the Warlord buried his head into her coat. “Of course. I won't let you go again,” he whispered, voice quivering with too much emotion.

He buried his head in the back of her neck, the intensity of the Warlord vibrating through his veins. But despite it all, despite the deaths he had caused, despite having Zee in his arms. Despite knowing he should not leave his injuries unattended, he could not help himself. He was so tired, and he wanted this dream to go on forever. He held her close, and he closed his eyes. Exhausted to the bone.

"Speech"