Vayne breathes, studying the face of this so called Saint Ajora hooded in such a fashion - he is young, easily molded, and with Ultima within, he is assuredly entrapped, entrapped as Vayne has made himself to his own fate. By tempting the Seraph, he knows she will be angry, and that others will pay because, in truth, he has things to lose, and more than just this measly life she waved her hands over. Is it enough, then, to cause this? To entice this response? Is it worth it?
The ends justify the means. He cannot falter, and the path he forged is gone with the gilded wings upon the Seraph's back. There is no dwelling upon it, he will endure whatever the future has to offer.
His brows pinch and he shakes his head, the moment dissolving to his distaste. "Words I have but not for a shell." Even as the words round his mouth and curl his tongue, the depth of them hits.
Is Ultima trapped? The idea causes his heart to jump. Though someone has freed her, a party he must find as well and hope that Occurian promise was not false, she is still bound to this world and all its people. Well, well.
"When she doth wish to uncover her humbled head and make War - perhaps she shall espy a chance fleeting." One more push, and though it seems indeed that he is powerless, he knows he is not. That she does not strike him down here, that she does not retort or silence him - she has given him more than enough to work with.
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Vayne breathes, studying the face of this so called Saint Ajora hooded in such a fashion - he is young, easily molded, and with Ultima within, he is assuredly entrapped, entrapped as Vayne has made himself to his own fate. By tempting the Seraph, he knows she will be angry, and that others will pay because, in truth, he has things to lose, and more than just this measly life she waved her hands over. Is it enough, then, to cause this? To entice this response? Is it worth it?
The ends justify the means. He cannot falter, and the path he forged is gone with the gilded wings upon the Seraph's back. There is no dwelling upon it, he will endure whatever the future has to offer.
His brows pinch and he shakes his head, the moment dissolving to his distaste. "Words I have but not for a shell." Even as the words round his mouth and curl his tongue, the depth of them hits.
Is Ultima trapped? The idea causes his heart to jump. Though someone has freed her, a party he must find as well and hope that Occurian promise was not false, she is still bound to this world and all its people. Well, well.
"When she doth wish to uncover her humbled head and make War - perhaps she shall espy a chance fleeting." One more push, and though it seems indeed that he is powerless, he knows he is not. That she does not strike him down here, that she does not retort or silence him - she has given him more than enough to work with.