Everything that fails to be mirrored onto pale features creates a whirlwind of emotions within, in the depths of an old soul and weary heart that still bleeds for others. Such is the predominance of Dáinsleif’s compassion that not even five centuries suffice to wear it away. Watching agitated soldiers that cannot recompose themselves by their own will is nothing short of heartbreaking. As a former knight and head of the highest elite of his homeland’s military, he knows and feels their raw emotions as if they were his own. Even if they’re merely reproductions of damaged ley lines that must be mended with urgency.
❝Deep breaths.❞ Saying someone else to calm down never works, it will make them even more apprehensive than they already are at the notion that their anxiety is noticed, he reminds himself. ❝Use your eyes, look at your surroundings. What do you see?❞ His voice is exceptionally calming, fully intending to soothe the seething panic to the best of his ability. For even if these men belong to a land presided by an Archon, they’re still men that need to be brought back to their senses. Thankfully for him and the reflections before him, they calmed down. ❝This… looks so hearty. Nothing like the ravaged lands I remember by the darkness.❞
Irregardless of the fact that they are reproductions of memories that have occurred in the past, these bygone echoes are sentient of the present. Further reason to fix this issue as soon as possible. ❝Are we… at peace?❞ As such, an order must be maintained— things aren’t as peaceful as they should, but they certainly are in comparison to the reality these men had endured.
❝That we are.❞ He answers plain and simple to another soldier that is giving him his full attention. ❝You shall be at ease. There is nothing here worth the unrest of your hearts.❞ His right hand rises to touch the spot over his heart, earnest in all his will to deliver the following message even if they are not his men. Ah, habits truly die hard. ❝You performed remarkably. Thank you for your service in keeping Inazuma’s safety.❞ The Twilight Sword’s heart trembles within the confines of his chest at the consoling sight of each of their faces, calming down at long last and looking at peace with themselves seconds before they dissipate in shards of light. May you rest in peace now.
It would take hardly a fraction to recompose himself too at the closest notice of another presence within his vicinities, one that exudes the sacredness of divine entities. Dáinsleif halts for a few moments in quiescent deliberation to what to do. One, two, three seconds later garner a sigh from him as he turns on his heels, icy sapphires attentive towards the general direction of where he perceives the presence. ❝I have more pressing matters to attend than playing this waiting game.❞ A pause, crystalline eyes narrow in impatient wait so he can resume with his currently most immediate agenda, on his guard. ❝Why don’t you show yourself up and state your business? That will hasten the process for you and I both.❞
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