The Sentinels that you would be shaking right down to your soul

a muscle jumped in lasher's cheek; he turned aside and instead walked beyond caiaphas, expecting that she would follow him over the borders in the vague direction of the sea. when the woman had presumably joined him, the druid turned to her a face filled with dolor and pain, and had it not been for the stentorian control he had finally found o'er his wild emotions, the druid might have wept in her presence.


"you doubted me, all of you." save for gentle blue willow, of course, whose loyalty was a testament to her love for his capricious self. but dante, caiaphas, even aria - they had taken that knife of old and thrust it into his back, cloaked with a caesar's cape. "and now i doubt myself," lasher whispered in a broken voice, before he drew a sharp breath and fixed his eyes upon the horizon.