“A guardian is a symbol of comfort, but an army is a symbol of conflict. But I am neither, instead, we are a symbol that was forgotten to time. But in the midst of this crisis, we’ll make ourselves known.”
A soft hmmm mused as Winter’s brows furrowed together, creating an unpleasant crease on her forehead. Philosophical topics such as these always seemed like traps, but she enjoyed an intellectual conversation. It was difficult to come by these days.
“Guardians. Armies. Different words used for
the same thing. It just depends on where you
are standing. But those who lurk in the shadows...
well, they are neither friend nor foe, I suppose.
Always up to their own schemes, playing by rules
no one knows.”