warlock to warlock
( @lightvoices )
[ I think we should visit the Speaker. ]
The words barely registered the warlock who currently stood outside the courtyard. His orange optics are staring off at the distance, hands shoved into his robes. He was tired of arguing with other guardians. So tired of showing that he wasn’t a threat. He was quite done with it all in all honesty.
[ Ethan. ]
Blinking out of his thoughts, he glances over at the Ghost hovering over his shoulder. No matter how many times Ethan asked if he wanted a new shell, Mel always denied it. He wondered if he felt bad. “Yeah?” He rasps, vocal cords never having fully recovered.
[ Let’s go to the Speaker. Maybe he can help. And it’ll be nice to see a friendly face ]
His Ghost had a point there. The vanguard and the Speaker among with the other workers were the only ones he could really trust now in days. Perhaps it’s because they understood better then most. The warlock slowly nods before he follows his Ghost toward the north end of the tower, the taken energy wrapped around his arm flickering and twisting with his emotions.
