he should feel joy over their armies defecting , their precious hope crumbling , smothered and turned to ashes . ( he prays it burns . can see it in her eyes . ) but anticipation once felt for his master’s success has long turned to ashes within his own hearts . “ you did this . ” a low grumble , staring into emptiness . now they are both hunted . none more or less than the other . 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 . 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 . 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 . but she had to be stubborn . “ you . . . ” repeated , wretched from strained lungs as fist curls , other hand clawing at the dirty metal wall of the lowest of the gutter levels beneath the golden city . he is down here . his enemies on top . “ you could have prevented it if you’d just listened . . . ” @tcgruta
