survival is being stronger, faster, never caught off guard. it isn’t as warm as estrid. doesn’t have kind eyes and twisting smiles that never sit with eun quite right. there’s something in her eyes, her voice, the way she looks at him while talking about something that is not more than the dream of vagabonds and revolutionaries. still - he wants to listen. it makes something quiet and long - ago buried stir in his chest. eyes flicker to the bowl of stew and he makes no move to take it.
“just like that?” his voice is flat and hard - edged. no one helps for free. no one. not the other soldiers, who would save you from certain death and then look at you blankly with the understanding that you owe them, now. not the generals with their unkind stares. certainly not elemental revolutionaries. “i have lived without you before. why would that change?”
@firesflicker from here.








