que sera, sera

*Kyarst* · 02-18-2015, 09:36 PM

The man seemed to be stalling, and yet it never crossed his mind that Valentine might offer him bad news of some kind. Drashiel was young, and Kyarst had nothing else to believe except that he had left Alacritis, just as Kyarst had some time ago. He would, however, be forced to believe differently as he shifted his weight on his haunches and listened to what Valentine had to say. Drashiel and Roman were attacked by a bear. Roman had been killed, and Drashiel died shortly after. He spoke not a word for a while, his mind swirling with images - imaginations of how the fight went down, how Roman had fallen, how Drashiel must have been crushed to know he was alive and she was not, how he died shortly after. The children, what about the children? Kyarst found his insides swirling with a dangerous cocktail of anger and sadness, and neither emotion was subtle when expressed by an Armada. Kyarst breathed in a long, deep breath, and finally voiced the only concern he could let himself focus on at the moment. “The children, are they..” alive? He couldn't bring himself to even ask the full question. A myriad of emotions continually barraged his brain for some time as he tried to process what a very near stranger had just told him. He wanted justice, revenge, something. He wanted action, but what could be done? The bear was likely miles away by now, and there was little chance of finding it a season too late. Drashiel and Roman could not be saved, so there was little he could do for either of them but honor their memory. Their legacy remained, in the form of children he had only known within Roman's womb. It was their legacy he could protect and honor. It was all of them he had left.

“speak,”

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