05-21-2021, 07:12 PM
"Gods have mercy on us all."
Enough was enough. When would it end? Surely he couldn't have been the only one to expect this ending, he knew that Sojourn was their Kingpin, expected to leas them and in turn they would follow and trust her judgement, but he hadn't. He had not trusted her ability to handle the stress of managing the remnants of the Coalition since the first breakdown he witnessed, where she threatened his safety over statues. An opinion that was not her own. Was she a horrible person in her own right? Debatable, he didn't find that he thought she was, just unstable. Very unstable. If she was capable of threatening her own over something seemingly miniscule, surely she had the capability of causing harm over something like this, where a normal, sane being would have understandably had a breakdown.
He had been too late, as per usual lately, watching with widened eyes as everything unraveled before him, both slowly and too fast to process. Arvid had managed to survive the raid, and yet was still brutally murdered in the end by Sojourn. Sojourn. Part of him insisted that Arvid should have known better, but Angel was still well aware that the Kingpin had needed attention medically and she was refusing it. Logically, it had made sense to try and make her come to her senses over her health, but Sojourn was not simply a mourning woman having a hysterical fit. She was completely unhinged.
One ending became two, just more blood for the Coalition to remember, he supposed. Two very different legacies that he knew would mean nothing in the end now. Would they survive by the end of the season? Would they put her statue in the Hall of Kings? Beside her mother, her father? Ones she destroyed?
The injured. Focus on the injured. The dead were helpless. "Oleander, we need to go." Angel offered a paw with a gentle tone laced with urgency, wary of touching her wing specifically without any ways of supporting it. The quicker to the Guru, the better. Solsken was still in there, he knew that, but he could walk, and a facial injury would only shake him up at worst he believed, the pup was tough in his own right and Oleander was still so young. Shock would be a heavy threat.
Enough was enough. When would it end? Surely he couldn't have been the only one to expect this ending, he knew that Sojourn was their Kingpin, expected to leas them and in turn they would follow and trust her judgement, but he hadn't. He had not trusted her ability to handle the stress of managing the remnants of the Coalition since the first breakdown he witnessed, where she threatened his safety over statues. An opinion that was not her own. Was she a horrible person in her own right? Debatable, he didn't find that he thought she was, just unstable. Very unstable. If she was capable of threatening her own over something seemingly miniscule, surely she had the capability of causing harm over something like this, where a normal, sane being would have understandably had a breakdown.
He had been too late, as per usual lately, watching with widened eyes as everything unraveled before him, both slowly and too fast to process. Arvid had managed to survive the raid, and yet was still brutally murdered in the end by Sojourn. Sojourn. Part of him insisted that Arvid should have known better, but Angel was still well aware that the Kingpin had needed attention medically and she was refusing it. Logically, it had made sense to try and make her come to her senses over her health, but Sojourn was not simply a mourning woman having a hysterical fit. She was completely unhinged.
One ending became two, just more blood for the Coalition to remember, he supposed. Two very different legacies that he knew would mean nothing in the end now. Would they survive by the end of the season? Would they put her statue in the Hall of Kings? Beside her mother, her father? Ones she destroyed?
The injured. Focus on the injured. The dead were helpless. "Oleander, we need to go." Angel offered a paw with a gentle tone laced with urgency, wary of touching her wing specifically without any ways of supporting it. The quicker to the Guru, the better. Solsken was still in there, he knew that, but he could walk, and a facial injury would only shake him up at worst he believed, the pup was tough in his own right and Oleander was still so young. Shock would be a heavy threat.
your little hands of paradise, give them here and hang on tight
— Reggan
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