Peace Offering Round Two

Indigo ears shifted as the man spoke in a soft voice, very unlike the usual, brusque demeanor that he usually took with Isa. Forced to keep going, he said. "Not only that, but forced to make the most of it. Not just wallowing in pity. We aren't in purgatory. We're still alive, so we should act like it because they can't." Another sigh pulled from the woman as Sirius mentioned his children keeping him here due to a promise. "The greatest duty that a parent takes on, knowing that they have to do it all alone if the other perishes." She hadn't had that decision to make. It had been made for her.

To her surprise, Sirius shared the tale of his own loss, speaking of higher powers and the fact that his wife took her own life to save herself from a long road of suffering. There were different beliefs in different cultures, but this was one that Isa was aware of. From the corner of her eye, the woman could see the pain etched in the warlords dark features. He hadn't learned to cope. Hadn't found a way to live with what had happened. She had been like that for a time as well.

"I am sorry, for what it's worth," she spoke softly, blue eyes closing against the light of the fire. To some, it might have looked as though the woman was asleep, but she was very much awake. "You have responsibility. There are wolves that need you. What greater honor could you give your wife than fulfilling that promise and doing what I know you're capable of doing?" Though he was a bastard and they bit at one another like tasmanian devils, Isa knew that underneath he was a very capable man. If he didn't have the capacity to care deeply, then he wouldn't feel like this at all.

"Isa"