@fellbless
He... truly was the worst possible person Sirius could have chosen to speak to about this. The one who... admittedly was in the same boat, even if he stubbornly refused to view it that way. "Well, so long as we get this infection situation sorted out, I would say you have time." The words sound rather unsure for someone who normally spoke with such a sense of certainty. "Perhaps even some time along the way." Lithos didn't need to 'discover himself', he didn't matter. His duty and his ability to prefer that duty were all that mattered, everything else was just a trivial distraction. But he knew that others were different. Others had existences that did not revolve around a greater purpose or sworn duty. So he... tried to extend some level of understanding of that.
Worst or best was often just a matter of perspective. And for Sirius, it was always easier to approach those who felt more like him, rather than those who struggled to understand. His attempt to open up about his violent, intrusive thoughts had proven to him that his instincts were right.
β I'm trying... I am a blank slate after all... β His voice carries a quiet resignation. Secretly, still unsure which path would allow him to live with himself. Side with Minthara, embrace the darkness within, and maybe silence it or make it less violent? Or keep fighting, fighting, always fightingβeven when those invisible puppeteer strings dug into his limbs and throat like barbed wire.
β Though... maybe youβd want to join me? β He pulls a small book from behind his back, revealing the cover with an oddly sincere smile. Basket Weaving for Beginners.
β I found this in that haunted town, β he explains, a bit of humor in his tone. β Figured... storing our armor and fish heads in the same chest is kind of... unsanitary. Maybe this could be a new passion? β
Itβs a simple offer, almost absurd in its mundanityβbut sometimes, you had to start somewhere.
β I already asked the others, but they weren't interested... and I don't want to do it alone... β the way his tail dropped, swaying so low it drew lines in the sand was an INTENTIONAL attempt of manipulation... with some truth behind it.









