Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes

The drunken Warlord stumbled beside the Hallows leader, his sturdy paws uncertain beneath him. The careful guards on his thoughts and emotions seemed all but gone, and things that fell from his lips were unfiltered, and almost thoughtless. The Warlord shook his head, through doing so made the world shake and his brain hurt. “Life is long, and messy” he murmured, was it an answer to Artorias’s questions, or simply fuller? The dark blue wolf would have to figure that out for himself.

Seer stumbled forward again, searching for the liquor he knew had to be here somewhere. That was why he was here, right? He scanned the plains dubiously with blurry eyes, as through expecting to find the bottles sticking up from the earth.


"Speech!"

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