Kihel Sorcas

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That she was alone didn't seem to bother her one bit.

"Travelling?" he questioned, though the conversation didn't inch much further than that because suddenly she held up a small vial all proud. It was a pretty little concoction. Unusual. She had crafted it herself?

He gently took the vial and held it up to the sunlight, even gave it a small shake. Head tipped, he gave a nod, a little too trusting. She could have handed him her deadliest poison and he'd be none the wiser.

"Seems like you know a lot about all that medicine and stuff. Are you travelling somewhere to learn more, perhaps to your family...?" He patted his side down and located his coin pouch, relieving it of a few pieces. Though he was by no means exorbitantly rich he did well enough being a sell sword. Even if the majority of his customers seemed to be merchants these days, no bandits had attacked any of the caravans he accompanied, the size of him was warning enough.

"I... hope so. I am just travelling with the other refugees. Away from where the wars are. I lost my brother in the way... I hope to find him again later. He has to be on the road, too."

Kihel shrugged a little, though she really worried for her sibling, there was not much she could do right now. And so far she had made it... somehow.

Counting the coins he had given her, Kihel perched up with a bright smile before holding her hand out with three of the coins still on her palm.

Shit, they're intel on this had been half-a-day behind, or maybe even the entire day. The settlement was small, but it had been loud and in Shinra's way and now it lay in ruins. The tents and small huts burned out and the dead lay in the mud where they had fallen in the attack.

The people here had been vocal in their disdain for Shinra and refused to move from the land they'd inhabited, which had been immensely rich in lifestream springs.

Giving a quick glance to Glenn, Kunsel fell into the familiar routine of checking the bodies for any signs of life. He heard the girl before he saw her huddled by a rocky outcrop; her small sobs gave her away to his hearing.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. We'll get you somewhere safe." He approached slowly, crouching down and checking the child over for any injuries and helping wipe the tears from her face. The terror in her expression was obvious and the way she froze, voice a strangled whisper. Kunsel's eyes dropped to his tattoo and his shoulders sagged at the realisation; she knew SOLDIERs as Shinra's weapons.

"I used to be, back when I was a kid like you." No point in lying to the terrified girl, so he knelt down in front of her and held his hands up, nodding towards Glenn and Matt. "- but the resistance saved me when I was hurt, helped me see that Shinra was evil ... so I joined them."

"I promise I'm here to help, my name's Kunsel."

He had been kind. But ShinRa also had acted kind to so many people before they destroyed and took their homes.

So far the people with such tattoos had always meant grief and death.

Slowly getting up, Kihel tried to gather her leather bag with the medicines and ointments. The strap of the belt had broken in the raid that had come over the camp and most of the vials were empty after she had tried to help as many as she could. Most hadn't made it. She had had too little to offer and too slow.

Immortal Sentences, Vol. 4

(Sentences for immortal muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Every story has a beginning, but no story truly has an end."

"People die. It happens. Sometimes they even die twice."

"I've never seen much good come from looking to the past."

"Time is my greatest enemy."

"You of all people shouldn't be one to dismiss the influence of the past."

"Quite frankly, your lifespan sucks!"

"Did you think you could just go on and never once have to look back?"

"You opened up the door to feelings I'd forgotten - emotions I'd pushed out of my memory."

"Time is a flat circle and we are all stuck in it."

"What if the ending isn't really the ending after all?"

"Do you remember the last time you were happy?"

"The world changed. It doesn't mean you have to."

"Time is a flat circle. Everything we've ever done or will do, we're going to do over and over again."

"I don't expect you to understand this. I don't completely understand it myself!"

"I've never had a conversation with a dead guy before; forgive me if I don't know the rules!"

"They can't kill what's already dead."

"What would you know about where I'm from?"

"Perhaps in this case, death is merely an inconvenience."

"We mortals are but shadows and dust."

"I've lived a long time, so believe me when I tell you that sometimes when one walks away from his fate, it leads one directly to fate's doorstep."

"Yes, I remember. I remember everything."

"You and I have observed history. Time has been our glass. We are in history now. Living it. Making it."

"You have lived for far too long."

"I've had a few centuries of experience."

"Nothing ever changes with you, does it?"

"What am I going to do with you? You simply won't die."

"I thought I already killed you!"