theo. (escutcheon) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-05-01 14:51:00 |
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He is released from the clinic with a warning to take care, to not overexert so soon, and this is a lecture he has heard much before. Looks exchanged with the healers relay his intent well enough, and the man hears the sighs of the white mages as he shoves his way through the clinic doors and out once again into the city. His mother is relieved to see him return, if not his father, with whom he still speaks little with—even now. Evander's health is taken into account as well, a luckier bastard than he, or so it seems. Damage to the property can easily be repaired. Life continues to move forward, and time waits for none. Sir Theodore Finch, Knight of the Peace, wastes not even a day more in returning to the battlefield. The scarred remnants of an earth uprooted, broken and bloodied by the force of a ruinous creature, the likes of which he knows too well. The city didn't have time to heal from its wounds as yet, not as quickly as the hume, but the Mages Tower itself (he looks up, blinded by the force of the sun above) would not crumble apart so easily. He bends down, this peacekeeper bloodhound, and gathers the rubble in his hands, recalling how it was to fall at the feet of the Sage. He couldn't have stopped her, he understands now, and it thus begs the question. Could he be able to stop himself? Divina Marcos had left to find her answers elsewhere, and Theo wonders if she did not possess a greater wisdom. Lingering here in the city (one he has sworn to give his life to protect), is he not nearly the same threat? |