But now, all you can do is take it out on me. Kinda pitiful, right?
[the tone he says it in--
good. that's how it's going to have to be, despite everything. stay mad. kill her for it.
wis'adel walks toward his prone form, more slowly this time; she moves with something of a limp, her wounds still sore. as she does, the shadows speak with new voices.
a woman's cool tone: Our time... or rather, all time for these lands, this world, is running out.
her own voice: Why are you telling me all this? Didn't I say I'm not into history?
the woman's again: It's precisely because you're not, W. Kazdel shall be rebuilt, but what will it be rebuilt on? ...Perhaps someone like you would have a different answer than I do.
she exhales. her arm aches. time's always been running out.
in a casual motion, she plants a booted foot on him, holding that jagged piece of crystal like a knife.]
no subject
[the tone he says it in--
good. that's how it's going to have to be, despite everything. stay mad. kill her for it.
wis'adel walks toward his prone form, more slowly this time; she moves with something of a limp, her wounds still sore. as she does, the shadows speak with new voices.
a woman's cool tone: Our time... or rather, all time for these lands, this world, is running out.
her own voice: Why are you telling me all this? Didn't I say I'm not into history?
the woman's again: It's precisely because you're not, W. Kazdel shall be rebuilt, but what will it be rebuilt on? ...Perhaps someone like you would have a different answer than I do.
she exhales. her arm aches. time's always been running out.
in a casual motion, she plants a booted foot on him, holding that jagged piece of crystal like a knife.]
Now what?