⤷ ā§ @davin0s said, ā so much of our life is just carving through the dark . ā ( for vaelus )
such statements generally seem to request denial ā an assertion of and insistence upon a light beyond that darkness, the end of grim trials. vaelus, however, has lived for centuries. any rose-hued idealism she may once have possessed belonged now to another lifetime ā one before the fall of the gods, before the other inhabitants of this world sold them all out.
thus, she has no empty reassurances to offer, and does not think he would appreciate them if she did. in this, they are like. ā I would rather carve through the dark than sit and languish. ā than languish in the dark, certainly, but in the light too. they are weapons of a sort, the both of them, and not weapons meant to sit idle, decorative, but to be put to use. ā what would do we, otherwise? what other sense of purpose would satisfy? ā
perhaps with that 'we' she presumes too much of one who is still more stranger than acquaintance. still, she doubts he will find much to disagree with.











