@blastedtree
White walls. Empty. No open fields, no river teeming with the magical energy of life. Just a single man’s contained space, devoid of any encroaching memories.
Arjuna sat on his knees, silent as the snow in summer. So tranquil and eerie, as if no one had ever so much as planted a single footprint along the untouched floor. But as the Berserker approached, he raised his head with a hollow smile that seemed to say he’d known she’d been on her way all along. Yes, he kept up the facade -- as if goodness was all he needed to exceed, all he could exceed, no matter how forced it felt.
It was what was expected of him, even here. Especially here.
“Ah. I’m quite aware of why you drifted here. You require something, yes? Everyone does... from myself, that is. And I can seemingly grant whatever you wish of me, of course. How could I not, when everyone presumes so? So... as I’m not one to disappoint, there’s really no need to keep that desire of yours hidden. What do you wish of me?”
