His look of seriousness breaks at that surprised-sounding praise. It doesn't break his focus, but he laughs all the same.
"Anything for my daughter," He says, love in his voice. "And... I suppose for you too." That gets a brief wry grin.
He'd have to remember later to tell Peter about one of the runes carved into his arm, the one specifically meant for handling hollows and blight without getting hurt himself. He had a lot of fun with that one. Not to mention the weight it took of his heart and mind.
But that will be later. Now, he lets said heart and mind dwell on his own people, on the same names and faces that came to him that time when he finally revived himself, all that love turned to a brief and beautiful moment of life.
Every bone, every rune carved into him, the colorful marks upon his skull; all of it lights. He meets Peter's eyes, seeing the tears, and he smiles with every bit of warmth in him.
"You're going home, mijo."
A battle ahead, a spell to finish, but so it would be. He closes his eyes and pours every bit of power he can into the circle, watching the whole thing light. It glows brighter, brighter, and then in a flash, that light rushes for Peter in a burst.
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"Anything for my daughter," He says, love in his voice. "And... I suppose for you too." That gets a brief wry grin.
He'd have to remember later to tell Peter about one of the runes carved into his arm, the one specifically meant for handling hollows and blight without getting hurt himself. He had a lot of fun with that one. Not to mention the weight it took of his heart and mind.
But that will be later. Now, he lets said heart and mind dwell on his own people, on the same names and faces that came to him that time when he finally revived himself, all that love turned to a brief and beautiful moment of life.
Every bone, every rune carved into him, the colorful marks upon his skull; all of it lights. He meets Peter's eyes, seeing the tears, and he smiles with every bit of warmth in him.
"You're going home, mijo."
A battle ahead, a spell to finish, but so it would be. He closes his eyes and pours every bit of power he can into the circle, watching the whole thing light. It glows brighter, brighter, and then in a flash, that light rushes for Peter in a burst.