[ The knight understands why they abandon him, smiling as he mouths something they can't hear yet they know. Somehow, they hear it in their hearts.
A smile better suits a hero.
And they leave Haurchefant behind, seeing the light in his eyes disappear as the blood pools under him. The corners of his lips stay quirked up, smiling them farewell beyond his time. Haurchefant Greystone lived to serve, that is a knight's duty. For Vax and Haurchefant, Kashuu and Vin must march on—for this is just an illusion, isn't it? It's all fake. All this suffering, all this death. All this heartache.
And in a flicker, Haurchefant's body is replaced with another as they fly away. Who is actually left behind is Yasusada... Kashuu will hear his voice in the wind: Did I do good, Kiyomitsu? I protected you this time.
That is a sword's duty. To serve, to protect.
As their manacutter flies away with their bundle of bloody three into the tundra, headed northwest to Dravania with the black bird following after them, the voice returns: "suffering. Sorrow. No matter the cause or origin. It is real."
To Estinien, they go, but you may have a tag round to be... Silent. For your surprise deados. ]
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And they leave Haurchefant behind, seeing the light in his eyes disappear as the blood pools under him. The corners of his lips stay quirked up, smiling them farewell beyond his time. Haurchefant Greystone lived to serve, that is a knight's duty. For Vax and Haurchefant, Kashuu and Vin must march on—for this is just an illusion, isn't it? It's all fake. All this suffering, all this death. All this heartache.
And in a flicker, Haurchefant's body is replaced with another as they fly away. Who is actually left behind is Yasusada... Kashuu will hear his voice in the wind: Did I do good, Kiyomitsu? I protected you this time.
That is a sword's duty. To serve, to protect.
As their manacutter flies away with their bundle of bloody three into the tundra, headed northwest to Dravania with the black bird following after them, the voice returns: "suffering. Sorrow. No matter the cause or origin. It is real."
To Estinien, they go, but you may have a tag round to be... Silent. For your surprise deados. ]