Ankyra Sound a blackout oath i swore and meant but couldn't conjure up again

He could not deny that there was still a part of him that wanted to rend her flesh, wanted to feel her fine bones crack beneath his terrible and decisive jaws.  It was the part of him that hadn't grown up yet, the boy in him that wanted to crush the sentimentality out for he did not know it was the very same sentimentality that would make him a man.  

But the larger part of himself knew that without her help he likely would not survive.  He closed his eyes, breathed the feeling back, counted up to ten in his mind in his mother tongue.  In the darkness behind his closed lids he wondered what nomi would think of him for this — would she be proud of him for reigning in his pride, or would she have preferred that he keep the integrity of Drageda intact to die by his own hand?

In that moment Tux's foundation was shifted irreparably by an earthquake of insight: perhaps there were fates worse than natrona after all.

He lifted himself again and used Raleska's trembling body to support himself.  Thank you, he rumbled quietly as he began to walk towards the snow.  Where are the rest of you? They should be here, shouldn't they?