Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

there was a great heaviness to revui. it began to speak in her spirit as she gently cleaned the caked blood from the edges of the jagged slashes in his flesh. arcturus was not one to forgive. nor was hydra. nor was revui, she suspected, in the end.

finished, the little waterfowl stepped back, lowering her own body only a foot or so away from the downed warrior. kuktutux somberly took in the sight of him, words gathering in a tangle upon her tongue.

"what is it you want? in your heart, revui," she pressed with a soft voice, wanting to understand. arcturus had not shared with her. she doubted the wildest brother would either, but she must ask all the same.