Two Rivers Isle And in faith, he leapt.

A nod shouldered the weight back onto Cry as he was reminded of his duties. It was actually a lot- and while most crumbled after such a pathetic affair, he was trained otherwise, and ran with wolves who showed him much more than lack of cowardice. And even Gwen-

He stopped the thoughts before they could once again avalanche of into some semblance of her greatness. 

“Yea,” he affirmed, baritones skipping across the frigid land. “But I’m not just trying. This is gonna get done. I’ve given up too much. It’s gonna happen.” It sounded as though he was desperate, but in fact the Assassin was purely determined. Him and Gwen had suffered enough through the times. This time, they would live their lives as it should have been, and they will help others who too were robbed of a good life. They would have a Family, and nothing was going to tear them apart, ever again. 

“What about you? You solo-dolo’in or just cruising through?” He turned back to the brunette with a slightly new appreciation for this man willing to invest time to learn of him. Behind it was skepticism as this lone man could have been a recon sent to utterly destroy Cry and everything he had tried to build. But as lofty as the subject seemed, it was unlikely. The man didn’t look Nightmare material, but while Cry thought he was the last of the indomitable family, he couldn’t be so sure.