i cannot find peace within myself. am i who i chose to be, or who i was molded into by the pain of others, their wounds shaping me in ways i never asked for?
< Clearly, Calypso was an experienced fighter. At the very least, they acted like one. Given the choice, it was smarter to kiss the musicianโat least a peck. >
โ Mwah . โ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ I want your ๐๐๐๐ ๐ around my ๐๐๐๐ as we ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .
i cannot find peace within myself. am i who i chose to be, or who i was molded into by the pain of others, their wounds shaping me in ways i never asked for?
rest,โ he said, his words measured but heavy with weariness. โThe stress of Ceremorphosis is weighing on meโheavily, as Iโm sure you understand.โ
He looked up, grabbing the shield once more.
โYou should take your own advice. Go back to sleep.โ
The nameless man sat in silence for a moment, letting Evinalโs words hang in the air. Rest. The simplicity of the suggestion made it feel almost absurd. He knew the truth of itโknew that rest was necessary, even vital.
But sleep wasnโt possible. Not now.
โIโฆ donโt think I can
โSome rest would do you good,โ he acquiesces, turning to head back into his tent. โPerhaps your frustrations will ease somewhat, come daylight.โ
< The humanโs insight is good enough to recognize this, and takes great offense. >
โIโm sure you could execute this far better than me. Please, do take a crack at it. The pot is all yours.โ