The Spartan felt her hand reach his to pull and lift herself, it was small and fragile compared to his literal weapons that remained attached to his arms. For someone to touch the Ghost of Spartan and not feel terrified somewhat surprised him. His hands were deeply scarred, covered with ash… surely she would think that this man was unlike most.
But, another thought was brought from within him. As she let go, the vision of his wife, child had ceased in the sketches in his mind. Kratos knew that this encounter would not last forever. The Gods must have burdened him again with another innocent, who would be surely taken away or abandon him.
He cursed to himself. He had blanked out again, lost in the deep empty void of his nightmares.
“You not need to thank me. We still have to get away from here.” The man assured her, coming out as a low growl.
He wasn’t sure what place would suite the both of them. But he doubted she wanted to go anywhere filled with creatures or was piled with filth and dirt.
“There is a Temple, not much far from here. Abandoned.”
[ A brisk, little tickle inside the tip of her finger is all that lingered before the arctic magic she'd summoned unwittingly afore completely died in her every fibre, as if someone had abruptly put an end to winter & none of it had ever happened at all. Although not visible, she could still feel the arctic poison pumping within her vessel, her veins, shaping her as the very being she'd never imagined to become. It was still like a dream { or more like a n i g h t m a r e she could not escape from, no matter how far she'd try & keep running }, so surreal & manic, simply hard to comprehend how such an sudden onslaught of ancient, inner history could awaken from one day to the next. Fragile, limp legs continuously quivered beneath her silken frame as if the earth itself would shaken with fear. & the way the sun greeted the erstwhile ice-shrouded sky again made her realize that her mind & spirit were truly present; her whole being attendant. She may had wished but, unfortunately, none of this were neither dream, nor illusion. The truth, the consequences she'd take from her actions rested before her cerulean stare -- but, thank God no one seemed to have gotten hurt all too badly. That's at least something to be glad about.
With half a mind, yet cognizant enough, did she absorb the warrior's words while staring in awe at the mess she'd created. It ached to believe that any of this could be real, let alone that she could've done something far worse to all of these people if she'd been in the wrong state of mind ... but, for the sake of everyone's safety, she'd take her leave, preferably right away. The Spartan didn't seem to purpose stalling here for longer than necessary anyway so she'd just follow suit, like a good, obedient dog. His help & guidance is about everything she could fully rely on at this shameful juncture anyhow. Who else could she confide in if not the one who'd witnessed everything & yet had not spat an ounce of abhorrence at the sight of her true nature. It did help her to not feel entirely alone, in an opaque kind of way. ]
❝ I have not often wandered outside these village walls, let alone visited other astonishing places that rest somewhere safe in the wide distance but ... if you'd be so kind to guide me to that temple you spoke of, I'd be more than grateful, Spartan. Your deeds will not be forgotten, that I assure you. ❞
[ That cold & dim shine her eyes presented him housed utter nobility & gratitude of the finest sort. She's trying to play it smooth, underacting everything although that manifested shock from prior events still felt ever so presently within her heart & heavier than every burden. The Spartan would surely know, comprehend the pain & pressure that sends her insides trembling whenever she'd reminisce the moment her to-this-day dormant magic had its first & remarkably livid outburst & therefore endangered all these innocent lives she'd grown so attached to over all the fleetingly past years she'd spent with absolute content. Had he not lost a part of his existence by the same, fateful token? This whole time, she'd sensed an odd familiarity within his presence, seen voracious anger in his garish physiognomy & suspected a personal history so painful & profoundly along these ashen outlines the ordinary eye would never know, nor fully understand. She recognized him as the Spartan everyone feared & deliberately tried to avoid. A warrior branded by sin, a monster with a hunger for revenge. All Nadheliya saw, however, was someone just as b r o k e n & manipulated by a third party as she was.
That's why she believed that he, of all people, perhaps, would understand her grief best. Nothing but a bull's eye of a freshly chosen target to their murderous, blood instilled hands, that's all she was now. Ironic as it is, she roughly pondered the time where she used to hunt animals for flesh & ensured survival. A prey to the human beast. Now, that fate had chosen to revert the cards, she was the one being hunt like quarry by the very people she'd always consigned her trust to.
What funny, funny irony indeed. She would've laughed, if the thought of turning her back on the palce she used to call 'home' wouldn't be such a dagger thrust to the heart. She knew there'd be no way other than to avoid this village for the rest of her miserable life if she truly wanted to live & learn so much more about the powers she'd held imprisoned within for so long. So, before the first defrosted, human body would be able to speak & fully apprehend what'd happened, it'd be best for both of them to be miles away already. Another, brief glimpse towards the warrior was offered before she promenaded humbly past his rather bulky build, expecting him to lead the way from here on it. She, in fact, knew that the gates were the only way out of here but ... she wanted to leave this place last. To bid her silent, last & wistful goodbye. ]
❝ We could take the gate to the outside fields. Vast and rich lands will await us there, next to things I have heard tales and stories of, yet never seen for myself. But, do not worry. I can handle danger adequate enough to remain alive. I will not be in your way. ❞
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