"I need no rest," he says. "I am not human in the same fashion. I am nothing but a shadow who has burned myself to ash once, and do so again, and again--this is my sustenance! This is how I am defined!"
He sounds like he's gearing up to laugh again, then catches himself visibly. "But no matter. I am content where I am."
"Your offer is generous," he says. He sounds as if he is trying his hardest to be pensive, though he does not stop. The ground is beginning to slope upwards, though the levels of bloodied muck do not recede around their feet. She can feel things plucking at the hems of her robes, though nothing strong enough to stop her or even trip her up. "But if you've your own garden to tend to, see to that first!"
[shakes her head, amused even as things pluck at her feet. she feels the drag of it, the little ways in which she has to exert more effort to keep pace as they travel upward.]
Sir Avenger, do the dead have a garden to tend? My time has long passed. Though I am mindful to not allow myself to wither, I am here to be of help to others.
"My lady, not a single person you meet in this heart is unfamiliar with the end that comes with death. Or the potential of rebirth!"
He does manage not to laugh this time, though he smiles, all sharp teeth. And then he stops, gesturing; in the dimness, the path obviously slants upwards, a steep climb.
"And here is where we must part ways. The end of my set territory is here. If you wish to speak to the King of Men, then you must make that final journey alone, as we all must! Perhaps he will be pleased to see you, and perhaps he will not, but your path only lies forward! Fare well!"
The remaining way seems to take an inordinate amount of time--hours? months? It's hard to say. The air is still cleaner than it was, but there are the sounds of voices again--louder now, more openly hostile. She can make out words now, in the mess:
"--no! Stop! No, no, no, no, no... I haven't even accomplished anything yet--!"
"--I can't stand it. I spent every one of those thousand and one nights wishing for nothing more than to not die. Every fiber of my being is terrified of death!"
"This... This can't be how I die! I was... I was going to destroy...this entire world...!!!"
They're getting louder. There are so many of them.
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Date: 2022-09-13 03:42 am (UTC)He sounds like he's gearing up to laugh again, then catches himself visibly. "But no matter. I am content where I am."
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Date: 2022-09-13 07:20 pm (UTC)Sir Avenger, do the dead have a garden to tend? My time has long passed. Though I am mindful to not allow myself to wither, I am here to be of help to others.
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Date: 2022-09-14 03:52 pm (UTC)He does manage not to laugh this time, though he smiles, all sharp teeth. And then he stops, gesturing; in the dimness, the path obviously slants upwards, a steep climb.
"And here is where we must part ways. The end of my set territory is here. If you wish to speak to the King of Men, then you must make that final journey alone, as we all must! Perhaps he will be pleased to see you, and perhaps he will not, but your path only lies forward! Fare well!"
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Date: 2022-09-14 07:03 pm (UTC)Thank you, Sir Avenger, for your assistance. I will remember your kindness. And please...take care.
[with that, she will indeed turn and head up, up, up, slow and steady]
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Date: 2022-09-14 11:45 pm (UTC)"--no! Stop! No, no, no, no, no... I haven't even accomplished anything yet--!"
"--I can't stand it. I spent every one of those thousand and one nights wishing for nothing more than to not die. Every fiber of my being is terrified of death!"
"This... This can't be how I die! I was... I was going to destroy...this entire world...!!!"
They're getting louder. There are so many of them.
But at the end, there is a light.