Sawtooth Spire the art of war is of vital

❝perhaps,❞ wintersbane ruminates upon gracious' words of finding another love. as she advises him that he doesn't have to rush, wintersbane wholeheartedly agrees. he has no intentions of rushing. he's always been more the type of: letting the chips fall where they may. if that kind of future was yet in the cards for him than so be it. if not, then it was what it was. he wasn't actively looking ...hadn't been the previous times either. love and tragedy did a good job of finding him upon its own.

his lips twitch into a terse line of disagreement at her next statement. he wasn't a good man; not really. a good man wouldn't have nearly killed his own sister ...but she doesn't know the crimes of his past. the terrible things he's done but doesn't feel apologetic for. ❝you're giving me much more credit than i deserve.❞ he teases, but the shadows of his gaze tells that he sincerely believes his own words.

the pair talk a bit more before parting ways.