[ His armor dissolves as the beast speaks, making him just himself again; his glance flicks over to the girl in the mirror just before it's smashed.
He steps close, within range, like he's ready to listen, and the spear seemingly dissolves. His expression is impassive.
(This patchwork creature makes the memories of those Sira has taken into themselves cower in fear. They are stronger and more powerful, seemingly wiser and more knowing than Sira themselves.
He doesn't know who or what this is. But he can guess, well enough, who this spectre might be a shadow of.
Not every parent is suited to the responsibility of a child. And daemons, just like any other creature, are born.) ]
I want nothing from someone like you.
[ Metal flashes like a mirror's shard as he drives the knife into the monster's face. As soon as his hand empties, another one is there; in a dream, the weapon most familiar to him is always ready and waiting in his grasp.
That might not kill it; he doesn't know the anatomy of this creature. But he'll always have more knives. ]
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He steps close, within range, like he's ready to listen, and the spear seemingly dissolves. His expression is impassive.
(This patchwork creature makes the memories of those Sira has taken into themselves cower in fear. They are stronger and more powerful, seemingly wiser and more knowing than Sira themselves.
He doesn't know who or what this is. But he can guess, well enough, who this spectre might be a shadow of.
Not every parent is suited to the responsibility of a child. And daemons, just like any other creature, are born.) ]
I want nothing from someone like you.
[ Metal flashes like a mirror's shard as he drives the knife into the monster's face. As soon as his hand empties, another one is there; in a dream, the weapon most familiar to him is always ready and waiting in his grasp.
That might not kill it; he doesn't know the anatomy of this creature. But he'll always have more knives. ]