[She's merely musing. Sure, those figures look imposing, but sure was Herkunftshorn, the Witch King; sure were Grimmnacht and Ewigegnade; sure is the Law, the orbital death laser that keeps all Sankta living in its holy order, only allowing some few to stray from its path.]
Many things in this world, [she begins, increasing the tempo of the music to that song of hope in his heart — a song of vengeance for wrongs committed, that is what he should focus on, rather than a theoretical future of death,] are impossible. The mountain lies before you, and only you can surmount it — but is the climb truly so impossible? Is there no way for you to steel yourself and climb to the top?
Feel your own heart, Wolfwood. Let it sing for a future of triumph and joy, rather than death and destruction.
cw this whole thread for ww related traumas i think-
[She's merely musing. Sure, those figures look imposing, but sure was Herkunftshorn, the Witch King; sure were Grimmnacht and Ewigegnade; sure is the Law, the orbital death laser that keeps all Sankta living in its holy order, only allowing some few to stray from its path.]
Many things in this world, [she begins, increasing the tempo of the music to that song of hope in his heart — a song of vengeance for wrongs committed, that is what he should focus on, rather than a theoretical future of death,] are impossible. The mountain lies before you, and only you can surmount it — but is the climb truly so impossible? Is there no way for you to steel yourself and climb to the top?
Feel your own heart, Wolfwood. Let it sing for a future of triumph and joy, rather than death and destruction.