The Void was his eyes - a lens through which snapsnot images of moments in the world translated itself onto an eerie canvas. He watched this place, Holger’s square, as it flickered into existence on this plain, air that was once empty now filled with streets, guards frozen mid stride and a building, tall and daunting. The Overseer’s office. And through the window, a friend doused in the enemy’s ways.
He watched it all, amused, smile tugging on face colored in shades of shadow, and it took a step for him to jump from ledge to doorway, to watch realization dawn on bare face - a face they wrongly assumed to resemble his. “ The bigger the resistance, the bigger the collapse. ” He appeared before her, hands pressed together before him, eyes dark and brows lifted.
“ Goad you? ” he crooned, nearing - appearing perched on the desk a moment later, legs crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the wood. “ But, my dear Orion, ” he said, wagging a finger at her, “ There is meaning to madness. Here you are - rising above the people who’s hands tried to tear you down, but what you do with all of this might... ” Leaning over her left shoulder, now, he cast a glance out of the window.
“ This is an age of change, High Overseer - an age of choice. Where will your decisions lead, I wonder. You can say you want no part of it, but - will the world let you? ”
cont. | @isiliden | the outsider - orion
