#amurderofcrows

The crows are watching, silent,

perched upon their branches—

some dismiss their prophecy,

but you can take your chances.

Omens ripe with sorrow,

harbingers of mourning—

if some menace this way comes,

I’d rather have forewarning.

@amurderof-crows

"That....Is a horrible view to have on beings."

Once in a while there came along something that was so stunning to Martin's own mind, that the unsure stuttering of his voice was cut away, and this was one such moment. Standing there looking at the other being with a slight tilt to his head, almost like a confused dog would, not sure he was able to understand the mindset of the words he just heard.

"Why in the w-world would that be something to state? No one is j-just a weapon. I am certainly NOT a weapon. I am whatever I-I myself want to be."

A part of him was....Insulted? Fearful?

Martin knew what he himself could do, what he could be. What he had been for a long time. But why did this person say it like he knew?