Gravity || the-crest-fallen
Samuel sat on the cliffside of Firelink, tossing the small peddles the littered the ground over the side, trying to see how far it took til they hit the bottom of Blighttown. However boring it was, it was all he had as Samuel lost most initiative to go out and explore since losing the ability to use his hand. The Swamp man promised him that he would teach the Carimian to wield a pyromancy flame, but did it really matter? He lost his only way that he knew how to defend himself, besides rolling. He lost a part of him that can’t be fixed, can’t be changed. What good was he without two functioning hands? Another stone was flung from his good hand and quickly descended into the pits. Sam sighed as he turned at his crooked and broken hand; fingers were bent unnaturally back and limp, and his wrist was irregularly shaped due to the bones being shattered. A knight without two hands is as good as useless. It wouldn’t be long before he will hollow and then just be another thing to kill. Nameless. Unknown. Unfeeling.
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