( is he though? there’s just so much that’s lost meaning. it’s hard to know where he stands, where he’s stood, one foot in the grave, as it were. should be two now, really, and yet he still breathes, even in the bloated air, and it almost feels like a second chance.

the man beside him seems very… solemn, but it’s hardly enough to deter him, a hint of humor, the same disguise he’s worn for decades. ) That sounded like wisdom. ( to come out alive or to remain sane. both have been rather difficult lately. ) Apparently that tends to fly right over my head… ( he huffs through his nose, aborted laughter. ) I’m going to take a wild guess here and assume you’re a warrior?