Lion Head Mesa so intoxicated with the end

divine.

godtouched! so starved for it is ingram that he wants to believe it so blindly.

a rough laugh rumbles in his throat; a raw, rasping sound.

if it is divine then i must be wanheda. commander of death. but of course it would always circle it's way back to praimfaya! endlessly, mother plagued son from the grave. a cruel irony, as she had named him upon birth war reaper.