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“I know,” Occtis responded quietly. He had made his choice, and maybe it was a stupid one, but they hadn’t seen an undead like that before and things got real close to going much worse than it actually did. He pressed his hands down to his side, keeping pressure there, not that there was much blood left to flow. “And you’re one to talk,” he shot back with a look at Tyranny.

A glance over to Halovar. So much had changed since Thjazi’s funeral, and by pure chance or something else entirely, their two groups, running from issue after issue, had crossed paths. Occtis remembered exactly how their last interaction had gone with the demon. It didn’t make sense to him why she was here, why she still remained at Wicander’s side even after running off, yet he had seen her fight, had seen Thimble fight at their sides.

"why were you guys talking in secrets?", secrets & lies sentences, vol. 7

TYRANNY OFTEN BLINDSIDES HIM, and he doesn't expect her to pop out of his side while teor and kattigan walk further in front. thimble flying between the two groups. “ oh, we were talking about who was going to keep first watch, ” he explains. and for a moment he's that young boy again, trying to catch up with older warriors. that wasn't all they talked about, wanting to know what casimir was up to all these years in the city to better prepare for the moment they caught up with him. and teor had kept him to his side, asking about cyd. information none of them wanted to ask thimble after everything that happened.

“ well . . . ” it's almost hesitant , the way it starts . this all began with tyranny as his little pet project , his disciple he must teach & guide . that was simple . back when everything was scripture & light & rose - tinted stained glass . wick still believes everything that his mother once read to him . that there is good in all & none are irredeemable . especially tyranny who , despite all wicander's shortcomings & obliviousness , cared for & continues to care for him . it doesn't go unnoticed , the way she speaks in his favor when he's at a loss , advocates for him , defends him . his hands clasp together in front of him , wringing as he continues . he hopes , although he feels rather ill - equipped to be dishing out any advice or guidance these days , that he still might be able to offer her an ounce of what she's given to him . “ i think . . . one's nature is not who they . . . always are . so long as you choose goodness & continue to try at it , i believe over time it will become easier . little by little . . . but , you've already progressed in leaps & bounds ! i don't think goodness is something you're born into but . . . something everyone can become . ”