[ God, things are different; he remembers taking shelter under trees when it rained, pulling off his cape and giving it to Grainne when they were on the run. It's the little things.
He's quiet as they walk through the general dim of the day, not necessarily somber but thoughtful. How many more days does he have, how long will this war last? Is he doing all he can? What is his objective?
His thoughts prompt him to stay a little closer to Ai than usual, silently protective despite the lack of immediate danger. ]
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He's quiet as they walk through the general dim of the day, not necessarily somber but thoughtful. How many more days does he have, how long will this war last? Is he doing all he can? What is his objective?
His thoughts prompt him to stay a little closer to Ai than usual, silently protective despite the lack of immediate danger. ]