"I cannot afford to be 'gentle'," Osiris replies, acid on his tongue. He needs to be better. He has to be better. He has this immortality, his many lives, is it not his duty to use them?
Felwinter steps away and Osiris slumps back in his chair. No matter his willpower, he cannot escape his exhaustion. He hovers over his response for a few seconds, and then bites back his impulse to hide. Felwinter has never given him any reason for mistrust.
"I dream of the Darkness," he says quietly. "Of something waiting in it, watching."
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Date: 2023-09-15 09:02 am (UTC)Felwinter steps away and Osiris slumps back in his chair. No matter his willpower, he cannot escape his exhaustion. He hovers over his response for a few seconds, and then bites back his impulse to hide. Felwinter has never given him any reason for mistrust.
"I dream of the Darkness," he says quietly. "Of something waiting in it, watching."