Moonspear i’m on the dark side of a hollow hill

how different his life -- and all of the spear within it -- would have been if hydra had been whisked away that fateful day.

arcturus contemplated such roads in silence a moment. it was strange how fate worked; how one little detail could change it all forever. it was staggering to think about. arcturus preferred to not think of such heavy things at all.

"you would have an easier time moving stone." arcturus remarked dryly. it was not meant to be jest or insult - he believed hydra was every bit made of this mountain as stone, and the idea of her leaving it unfathomable. "and here you are, in one place now." maybe dirge's life was like the roving acorn or pinecone -- its traveling days short, and yet, once rooted the depth and quality of its life became immeasurable as it grew from reedy sapling to impressive and immovable giant.

"it's not so bad here. we got good food, and better company." he was of course referring to himself there.