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Courage, he adds. Still smiling.
Then he lets go, the light gone from his eyes.

💔💔💔

“Well here are the consequences. My friend was killed less than an hour ago. Her head was crushed by a Tertius. Some of that is my fault. A lot of that is my fault. But she would still be with me right now if it were not for your gods-damned war.”

That's cold!!!!

This cannot be happening. My friend’s face is crumpled between his fingers. Her dark, straight hair molten with crimson in the dying light of the day. Decimus releases her. Flicks blood and brain off his hand as her body crumples to the ground, watching me the entire time.

NOOOOOO THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN

“Gods’ graves. You’re actually looking forward to this, aren’t you?”
She rolls onto her side, lounging as she gazes up at me. “A prison break with the great Catenicus? Rotting gods, yes. Eidhin is going to be so jealous , and I am going to bring it up constantly .”

Lmaooo

I know I already ask the impossible, but I ask for one more miracle. Help him without betraying him. Save my son without destroying his desire to be saved.

I'm honestly so confused like not about THIS but the time line he did say it been two weeks or something which makes no sense bcuz wtf??? Howwww??

How can he be unworthy when he's synchronous??

“A society cannot make a man a monster, Diago. But it can give him the excuse to become one.”

Before I can even process the incongruity, the impossibility of hearing that tongue again, he turns. Smiles at me. I stop. Mind blank. Unable to understand what I’m seeing. Unable to trust myself enough to believe. “Hail, Diago,” says my father.

Holy shit!!!!!!! How did he know tho? Like how did he father know Vis will cross over omg shit just got 10 times more interesting

I am on my knees. Diago tears another throat effortlessly. Snaps a neck. He stalks around the room with deliberate, terrifying efficiency. In the background, I can hear Ostius laughing.


Ohhh Vis 😭

They are completely within my power. They are pitiful and they are dangerous and they most certainly deserve to die for their confessed crimes. My hatred boils. My rage trembles.
And yet, through it, my father’s voice echoes. The power to protect is the highest responsibility.
Ostius wants me to kill them. That alone says I should not.

Good!! You are going the right thing Vis