To catch each other

The Warlord made his way from the Armada, back to the Hallows. His paws were sore by the time he arrived home, and he was fluctuating from elation to sadness. He had discovered that there were more Fatalis babies, and Zee had never met them Zee would never meet them.

He swallowed, but knew his decision was the right one. He had spent long enough wallowing in the safety net of the Hallows. It was time to come home. To introduce Aris’ little ones to his. To restart the training and drive the Armada forward. He would have much to keep his paws busy, it would have to be enough.

He called for Artorias, and sat in the courtyard, waiting for his godson to arrive.


"Speech"