@falcatefate / continued.
❛ And you, c r o w, were the death of many, however, I can only think of how to save you. ❜
is it not ironic, this ever present / unrelenting dehumanization that manifests so far beyond what little he can still control? her words contradict the very meaning she attempts to couple with them, and he is not one to cater to such hollow nonsense nonetheless. crown of ash elevates, only slightly, as if to ponder —— yet it is with an expected degree of finality that he merely exhales; gaze, form impassive even if just for a moment, his mind had wandered.
of course, it is all but futile: both his thoughts, and her attempted sentiment. ❝ you have no reason to. ❞ words end where any other would not allow them to. you have no reason to save me, they might say. there is nothing left to save, they might insist. not him. not here. ❝ i ask that you take your leave, now. ❞
