A coward, or a fool? Skittish, or selfish? Is it better to burn, or to fade away?
Preferably neither. But they already know this is not the end to their story. It is not the end to this drifter's either, the way they spit up blood on the ground, imparting their final words in a slur of faint speech in commemoration of a family long gone.
They never asked. They never asked a word of their savior, of their life, of their world.
A slender, gloved hand slips out from behind the folds of their cloak. A subtle tremor shivers the slightly pointed tips of those fingers that might be claws, might be nails, might simply be pointed gloves.
It is foolish to fear that which cannot hurt you.
They close the distance in a brief brush of contact.
It's enough to send them reeling back several paces in shock.
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Preferably neither. But they already know this is not the end to their story. It is not the end to this drifter's either, the way they spit up blood on the ground, imparting their final words in a slur of faint speech in commemoration of a family long gone.
They never asked. They never asked a word of their savior, of their life, of their world.
A slender, gloved hand slips out from behind the folds of their cloak. A subtle tremor shivers the slightly pointed tips of those fingers that might be claws, might be nails, might simply be pointed gloves.
It is foolish to fear that which cannot hurt you.
They close the distance in a brief brush of contact.
It's enough to send them reeling back several paces in shock.