And...he was a good man. Irascible and stern, for sure, but his...heart was always in the right place. [He exhales a cloud of smoke, the bags under his eyes present.] To go out attempting to fight an unbearable threat...that's a picture perfect example of the man.
Even in the time that I knew him, the stubborn git never knew when to quit. [He just sighs, putting a hand on Sholmes' shoulder.] It's not gonna become easier, is it?
Wish I could've gone the entire game without this sodding thing strapped to me. [And he just looks at Erastis, currently in lynx form, butting his head against his knee.] It was easier before then.
No. It's not. And I guess...that's how his line ends. It was only ever him left, after his brother.
[He nods, soothed slightly by the hand on his shoulder, but...this really is different from the ones killed during the week, isn't it? They arrive on the other side, able to converse. But Van Zieks, he was just...gone. Just like that.]
[He looks over to the other's daemon, smiling lightly.]
Ah, well. I think they have their charms. [Irene squawks an agreement.] They allow us to see sides of people we may not always expect to see.
[He thinks the fact that there was a funeral, that that was how they found out, it just made it... stranger. The last funeral he was at, it was for a woman who raised the saviour of all humanity, felled by natural causes.
It wasn't fair.
Grateful to have the distraction, he snorts.] Yeah, sure, but this side of me's been gone for a hundred and twenty five years.
It's practically a ghost. [He picks up the lynx, who meows. His tone's not filled with the usual scorn that it has when he addresses Erastis. Their relationship's decidedly mixed.] Aren't you, you great big numpty?
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And they're just getting harder. [He sighs.]
Guess I should give my condolences. Got no idea what relationship the two of you had but I think you knew Zieks the best out of everyone here, so...
[He just grimaces. The pain in his leg never went away.]
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[He says, with a sigh - his head hangs.]
And...he was a good man. Irascible and stern, for sure, but his...heart was always in the right place. [He exhales a cloud of smoke, the bags under his eyes present.] To go out attempting to fight an unbearable threat...that's a picture perfect example of the man.
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Ain't that the truth.
Even in the time that I knew him, the stubborn git never knew when to quit. [He just sighs, putting a hand on Sholmes' shoulder.] It's not gonna become easier, is it?
Wish I could've gone the entire game without this sodding thing strapped to me. [And he just looks at Erastis, currently in lynx form, butting his head against his knee.] It was easier before then.
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[He nods, soothed slightly by the hand on his shoulder, but...this really is different from the ones killed during the week, isn't it? They arrive on the other side, able to converse. But Van Zieks, he was just...gone. Just like that.]
[He looks over to the other's daemon, smiling lightly.]
Ah, well. I think they have their charms. [Irene squawks an agreement.] They allow us to see sides of people we may not always expect to see.
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It wasn't fair.
Grateful to have the distraction, he snorts.] Yeah, sure, but this side of me's been gone for a hundred and twenty five years.
It's practically a ghost. [He picks up the lynx, who meows. His tone's not filled with the usual scorn that it has when he addresses Erastis. Their relationship's decidedly mixed.] Aren't you, you great big numpty?
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[He huffs, just looking at the two, glancing back up at Irene on his shoulder. Men and their souls...]
More cuddly than one, too.