#ousibuyunlu

[luxdelumin]

“it won’t matter our intentions, our hopes, or our plans...” hands clasped behind her, ikora takes a moment to simple observe the dusty plans of mercury. green eyes close, and she shakes her head. “i’ll do what i must, and then make it back home to them. to everyone.”

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[notpetals]

"You're just like... Him." She stares at the other, but can't shake the gut feeling that she shouldn't be here, before this... Well, she'd hesitate to call him a man. Just like the Stalker-- whatever once was is gone. Replaced with something sick. "... Is this what you want?" She gestures at him. "Is this... What you're happy with? This... It's..." Hasn't there been enough? Enough suffering and death and pain and misery and hatred?

   Him? Who else was there that could be compared to the awful shadow, he wonders. Which other had taken up mantle of monster? Shifting back slightly so he may full face this stranger who speaks out so freely, Dredgen manages only a frown. It hides behind a half mask but the narrowing of eyes is not concealed, neither is the fact his hand has settled against a wicked weapon on his thigh. 

   “Think I’d be doing this if it wasn’t?” The answer would have made his stomach twist, in the past. Now it only serves to drive him forward.