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Argument was one of the petty pleasures humans loved to squeeze out of life.
He still wasn’t sure what difference he and Mercy could make, even if they did make it to Lindon’s side in time. But he knew one thing: if Lindon died, he wouldn’t do so alone.
“Alataraxa,” Orthos offered. [Why would you suggest that? You want to go from the easiest name in the world to one that only dragons can say?] “It was my mother’s name.” Dross paused for a moment. […I feel like I’m supposed to compliment the name now, but I still don’t like it.] Orthos glared at him.
Dross wiped an imaginary tear from beneath his eye. [It’s every parent’s dream to see their little boy grow into such a fine young Dreadgod.]
There were several options available. And this time, Eithan picked the one that Ozmanthus would never consider. “Tell Suriel I’m counting on her,” Ozriel sent. Instead of evading, he slashed out with the Sword of Makiel. His blow cracked the Mad King’s bone helmet in half. “Gotcha!” Eithan said. Just as the Mad King’s return strike erased him from the universe.
“I have received more help than anyone in the universe. Even most of my power is stolen. There’s nothing noble about doing everything yourself. You just have to do your best to honor the help you’ve gotten.”
revolution always costs blood.
“I don’t feel any of that right now,” she said. Emriss gave a small smile. “A common misunderstanding. You can bring joy to others even when you don’t feel it yourself.”
“I’d love to answer your existential questions, but there are some things I can’t tell you.” She lifted her head enough to peek at him with one eye. “Are you worried about altering our technological development?” “Mostly, I’m worried about getting in trouble at work.”
To his own embarrassment, tears welled up in Lindon’s eyes. “Hello, Eithan. We…I missed you.” Eithan’s smile shook. He stayed frozen for another long moment, then he hauled Lindon violently into a hug. “Thank you,” Eithan said quietly.
