[The knife blade punches in and out of Hector's leg, and the shadowed portion of his soul welcomes the pain. It is right, that he should be ripped apart for his crimes, for the very stain of darkness that has shrouded him since birth.
The bloody blade forces him to look up, and Hector sees Isaac once more, despairing and lost. Fitting, that they should die together, two sides of the same warped coin.
'Hector, don't curse yourself.' Rosaly's voice echoes from far away and long ago. 'I don't know your pain or your past...but they aren't important. Don't be a captive to them.'
Rosaly would forgive what he does not, can not. And if Rosaly could find goodness worth nurturing in one forgemaster, surely she would in the other. Hector has to find it, cultivate it, because Rosaly is no longer able to.
Hector's vision is swimming as the blood drains freely from his wounds, but he takes decisive action, reaching out and seizing Isaac's wrist to stay his hand. The fairy at his shoulder glows brighter, focusing its healing magic on Isaac. It takes more power than Hector anticipates, and his knees buckle.]
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The bloody blade forces him to look up, and Hector sees Isaac once more, despairing and lost. Fitting, that they should die together, two sides of the same warped coin.
'Hector, don't curse yourself.' Rosaly's voice echoes from far away and long ago. 'I don't know your pain or your past...but they aren't important. Don't be a captive to them.'
Rosaly would forgive what he does not, can not. And if Rosaly could find goodness worth nurturing in one forgemaster, surely she would in the other. Hector has to find it, cultivate it, because Rosaly is no longer able to.
Hector's vision is swimming as the blood drains freely from his wounds, but he takes decisive action, reaching out and seizing Isaac's wrist to stay his hand. The fairy at his shoulder glows brighter, focusing its healing magic on Isaac. It takes more power than Hector anticipates, and his knees buckle.]