Two Eyes Cenote ninety-sixth

Senmut was tactful—respectful.

Akavir was far less so—the entirety of his soul bared to the man before him, and the weariness upon him a weight so heavy he found himself choking beneath it.

“I will eat with you. I will drink with you, even,” he offered, his tone indicating as such. “You’ll find, Senmut… that most of my ‘give a fucks’ have entirely dissipated,” he offered, with perfect candidness.

And then, one paw crossed before the other as he found himself sinking closer to the ground, eyes fast upon the priest. “Tell me something true, Senmut. Anything.”