[fighting is the key. fighting is how to get them off, even as they try so desperately to hold on and pull at him. (when the weight of the water left, it wasn't clear. it simply wasn't there anymore.) black sticks, black will stain, but struggle and eventually his own strength will pull him through. until he stands up tall again, and his scythe is exactly where he left it, cool to the touch.]
Comrades. A difference. I see.
[it's almost scornful - but it's not directed at Arumat. it's at a point in the distance. he has comrades. he's made a difference. he possesses something that another lacks. his words, his confidence, twisted up to become a taunt fired at something else obscured by the darkness.
(she knows. she understands. her connections were always going to snap in pieces, shatter like glass. there was no difference to be made, there was only something that amounted to more destruction. good people changed things. monstrous ones simply cause more grief. she knows. Arumat has a chance. run. get out of this place.)
reality hasn't let up. the feeling of being watched, of an enemy's breath on the back of his neck, it's still there.]
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Comrades. A difference. I see.
[it's almost scornful - but it's not directed at Arumat. it's at a point in the distance. he has comrades. he's made a difference. he possesses something that another lacks. his words, his confidence, twisted up to become a taunt fired at something else obscured by the darkness.
(she knows. she understands. her connections were always going to snap in pieces, shatter like glass. there was no difference to be made, there was only something that amounted to more destruction. good people changed things. monstrous ones simply cause more grief. she knows. Arumat has a chance. run. get out of this place.)
reality hasn't let up. the feeling of being watched, of an enemy's breath on the back of his neck, it's still there.]