The footsteps become louder as the chatter of voices became clear. Judging by the sounds are two guardsmen, and they are perhaps 30 to 40 feet away from Lync.
“Right, right.” The water okotan says, “Never heard of you. The name’s Symphony.”
The okotan grabs their ceiling bars and hangs from them for a bit. “Either way it sounds like you’re not much in a hurry, although unlike me, you want to control this… dark organization instead of destroying it. To be honest with you, I want Tsim Krad gone, I want the Dark Mist absolved. And soon… I have a feeling that could happen.”
Erebos scowls as he slowly trudges through the snow. The wind is beginning to pick up and it is blowing snow into his face. It’s a bit unpleasant, but given it softens the marks he left in the snow, it is not unbearable.
Perhaps this isn’t-
Erebos shakes his head. The cold is getting to him. He’ll be better once his mask is wear it belongs. Once… once he can control… No. He will control. Erebos stares at the white haze, the blue-grey silhouette of the mountain range his focus. He needs this. The aro-kati stops for a moment listening to the howls of the fading winds.
Right… Wrong… When did that matter to me? I’m doing this… I’m doing this because I need to. Look at Okoto. It’s shattered compared to what it once was. When something bigger comes to wipe them out…who’ll be there.
Then why did you seek control?
Control is necessary,
Was it? What did control gain you? What did becoming a tyrant earn you. What did betraying their trust cause? You were imprisoned, sealed. They became afraid of you.
They didn’t understand. It is necessary.
You don’t understand.
I’m the only one who does!
If that’s the case, then why did you turn to the shadows? You’ve become weak.
That’s why I need my mask!
You’re wrong. I didn’t me you weren’t powerful. I meant you’re weak of character.
Dax glances at the bright sky, trying to discern what the commotion is about.
Capella keeps a careful watch, blocking the sun’s ray with her hand. The other holding her rifle.