[Something flares inside of Death then and there. Something bright and burning. And with it comes with unfamiliar cruelty:]
You do not have the right for an early rest.
[His expression shifts to that of surprise, as if he did not expect himself to utter such things. This is beyond the extend of his role: shouldn’t he be a peacekeeper above all? Not to spark conflict and confrontation?
Perhaps there is something else that could say such things, beyond the wings and the night and the bearing weight of the full moon.
From the corner of his eye, Fandaniel might be able to see a glimmer of yellow beyond the pale.]
The road stays how it is. You have yet to reach an end because your conclusion is incomplete. Until then, peace will ever be outside of your grasp. Such is your punishment.
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You do not have the right for an early rest.
[His expression shifts to that of surprise, as if he did not expect himself to utter such things. This is beyond the extend of his role: shouldn’t he be a peacekeeper above all? Not to spark conflict and confrontation?
Perhaps there is something else that could say such things, beyond the wings and the night and the bearing weight of the full moon.
From the corner of his eye, Fandaniel might be able to see a glimmer of yellow beyond the pale.]
The road stays how it is. You have yet to reach an end because your conclusion is incomplete. Until then, peace will ever be outside of your grasp. Such is your punishment.