a winter labyrinth

[townmusician]

断ち切るしかないんだろ
注いだ冬は心のラビリンス
後戻りなんて出来ないから
やりきるしかないんだろ
黒い気持ちと手を繋いだって構わない
抱きしめたっていいh

I have to break free
This pouring winter is my heart's labyrinth
I can't go back anymore, so
I have to finish this
I don't care if you took my hand with dark motives
I want you to hold me close

Comments

[prozaic]

[If Eli needed any more examples of what gods can do to people, he only needs to look at how fucked up Shalem is.]

Wherever there's a god, there are always believers. Without believers, what is a god? Hence, they control what they have, so they never fade to obscurity. [Then he brushes a speck of dirt off of his looted jacket.] We shall see if those rules apply to the one of conflict.

But in the present, you don't have to worry about retaliation from me if the collective decides to punch Haruka awake.

[fullmoonmutt]

...kinda glad gods aren't a problem we have where I'm from.

[ Just demons. A whole lot of demons and their own cultists, in some cases. ]

Wait, wait. I don't have to worry if that's what we decide to do here? That sort of implies I got to worry if I end up socking Haruka in the face again outside of this place.

[prozaic]

In here, the Nekyia, he has magic. He can heal himself. Outside in the real world? He does not.

And I do tire of the constant, pointless, fighting that is surely just feeding the God of Conflict.

[fullmoonmutt]

[ Eli can't help but fix Shalem with a glower for a second there. What, is it all his fault that people keep picking fights?! Huh?! But no, he knows it isn't.

It's just that he doesn't help much, either. ]

...look, I've been trying to keep my cool, okay? [ He looks away, though he's still annoyed. ] But I've never been good at calm.

[prozaic]

You are an adult-- hence, I'll be holding you to your word.

[Otherwise... Eli waives his right to complain if he attacks someone, provoked or otherwise.]