Re: log: david/aiden
Someone with death at his fingertips and equally hot on his tail, the Revenant's mere presence left a heavy feeling in Aiden’s bones, a dull ache that was hard to place. Maybe he was imagining things, projecting emotions that weren’t even there to have a reflection. His supervisors might not like the notion. Again.
He let the Revenant pass, towards the door. The air humming with faint energy again, but Aiden knew no fear, the beast in his bones sleeping, maybe fear knew him. The question whether or not he was a match to the forlorn returned's powers and rage, would remain unanswered, a name not on the list. Not Aiden's problem. Curious, though, as to why they would just contain the symptomes, not the cause.
His eyes didn't leave the retreating form, face still stoic, impassive. Too many deaths, uncounted, but not unaccounted for. He'd be there to collect, even though the notion of having to like one's occupation still left him baffled. All the special little snowflakes, kids nowadays.
But he nodded anyway. “And if you want this to end. I'll be around.” Some were made to suffer, no matter how powerful, no matter how driven, you can only keep fanning a fire for so long before you run out of things to burn.