Are we doomed to repeat ourselves

The Warlord was planning to spend a few days in the Hallows - no doubt Briar appreciated the chance to catch up with Art. It seemed foolish to take the journey here and home again within a day or two - though he had done so too many times already. It was late, and the Warlord left the chamber he had been temporarily given by Art, moving quite through the hallways of the castle. A place that still seemed much a maze to him, though slowly but surely it was becoming less of one.

He found an opening to a balcony, and left the stony walls of the castle for a moment to step out onto it. Looking down at the gardens was more comforting than remaining in stony walls. There would perhaps always be a part of the Warlord that was a little claustrophobic for so many walls, and so much stone. He yawned, and leaned against the balcony, his thoughts heavy with the vanishing illness, with Io, and the future as a whole.


"Sirius Fatalis"