Duskfire Glacier ever since i was a kid,

his gaze did not move from the horizon.
the glacier stood quiet—unbothered by war, by fear, by ghosts. just as he wished to be.
her words stirred something in him, but he held it close. let the silence do what his mouth could not.
then—
i will hold the line.
his voice was low, barely audible.
a beat. a breath.
keep him behind it.
that was all.
but it was everything.