#psypherwitch

                     further now than it’d been prior,     at the very least.     after all,     had they not been fighting mere moments ago?     yes.     and they’d been surrounded -----     by the sound of steel clashing ‘gainst steel resounding all throughout the charged air,     by rallied battle cries,     by sighs and screams and the unmistakable plunk of a soldier falling face-first into the cold earth,     defeated.     but it’s not the sound of immediate battle that scares jakob;     no.     it’s the deafening silence that comes after,     much like this one,     the sort that befalls the field when the front-line has retreated,     and the medics and scavengers stay behind to fix and to take what they can.     her remark,     as such,     causes him to scoff --     a quiet sound which hardly disturbs the blanket of quiet that’s befallen them.     one might take such a moment as reprieve.     looking at the fallen at his feet,     he finds he cannot.     may they find peace.

                    ❛    for the time being,     it certainly shall.     but it will doubtless be upon us again,     soon,     and in greater numbers.     ... so if we’re done here,     milady,     i suggest that we go.   ❜