( Stranded in waters, iced, frozen. Futile, while this creature, the... jatharin takes shape, and the sirens complete their rites. What is it they achieve, stalling here, with good steel lining their hands?
He feels strangely defanged, kept still by a tightly noosing leash. Close to growling. )
He must. ( This much is plain: a man, young. Whatever other characteristics, these are the features that have born perpetual repetition. ) Wrathion. It cannot kill again.
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He feels strangely defanged, kept still by a tightly noosing leash. Close to growling. )
He must. ( This much is plain: a man, young. Whatever other characteristics, these are the features that have born perpetual repetition. ) Wrathion. It cannot kill again.
( The urging, plain: they must pursue. )