Chapter 96: To watch Only
Jagón had never stopped to realize how tired he was. He hadn’t realized how much the years of following his king’s orders had taken from him, how much sleep it had been costing him. He hadn’t allowed himself to stop long enough to remember such things...
But he could see it clearly then, and wept for that as well. He remembered it all, he recalled every life he had taken, and his tears confessed all such sins to the mysterious figure, almost begging it to simply let him rest, to hate him for such crimes, and to let him fall back into the darkness...
But the silhouette did not hate him, she could never hate him, and so she only kept on singing in that incredibly soothing and magnificent voice as she simply held the panther, caressing him softly as she stayed with him to fight off the darkness.
She stayed with the beast who had taken such great care of her heart for so many years, for that was the only thing still clear to her then.
For just a moment, in this place out of reach of all, she could hold him the way she had always longed to hold the knight since the first moment they had been fated to meet all those years ago.
She could give him the peace she felt he deserved. If nothing more, she could, at least, keep him from following his king into the darkness once again.
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Cortist was idly poking at his small campfire with a smaller twig, lost in his more depressing thoughts, though it was hard to blame him.
The panther had spent the days since the attack completely alone, per his new "Master’s," orders... Death had given him a single condition to fulfill so far, and that was simply to avoid contact with anyone.
Cortist didn’t think it was too much of a request at first, but after a week had passed, he realized exactly how terrible solitude could get. The panther was always one to strike up a conversation wherever he went, but now found himself with nobody to talk to for the first time in his life.