“And then, - ? You are loyal to a DEAD man, there’s nothing I can trust you wiiiith~ What value does your life still have but be a burden of mine to carry’? Tsk, tsk. You have thirty seconds to convince me, tick, tock - ! “
[ a dull ache pounds in his joints , the need to crack callous knuckles coming in an abrasive gust. the fear, his dread, a faithful enemy, pelt down from his eyes for ominous hollows to replace them. his shoulders, hunched over to a compact form - in case he needed protection from strong blows, the smaller the form, the dimmer the impact - now straighten and pull at the man’s lean figure. his hands rest limply at his sides. a lethargic expression tugs at his features as dark orbs puncture the soldier’s hand. the one that hosts what could be a sweet demise. ]
