Northstar Vale We are the ones who will never be broken

The scarred soldier knew no one would blame her, but she was blaming herself. He knew that self-loathing. There was really nothing to be done for it. There were days where he still hated himself for being alive when all his soldiers were dead. But the acceptance came with time.

He had ever intention of finding Arsenio and finding out what they needed to do about teh potential threat that was the egyptian pharaoh, but now was not the time. This was a moment for him to at least get back to where they were before his brain rot ruined it all. Before Akashingo. It all came down to that place. He hoped it would be razed to the ground.

There were no words he had. He wasn't good at them anyway. But he did want to help, but he wasn't sure how. So he pulled her tighter against his chest. And took a few deep breaths. He wanted to ask her if they were okay now. If they were good, but he also felt that it wasn't the time.