Ouroboros Spine To all things housed in her silence

i don't want to leave the nuiruk.

solharr's voice was quiet, but heavy with the weight of every step that had led him here—every burden placed on his shoulders since that first day beside the lake. his gaze lingered not on kukutux but the path ahead, as if already seeing the distant shape of the quarry rise behind the snow.

not after you gave me something so precious. his voice faltered, almost too soft to hear. callyope.

he swallowed hard, the name tightening his throat. we will take the quarry.

he looked back to her then, eyes storm-heavy but sure. you were right to warn her. and you are right now. a pause, grief shadowing his face. much has been taken from you.

he shifted, breath curling in the cold.