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((Sorry about the sloppiness, this is my first large RP post and I am rather tired... I'll be editing and fixing through my sleepy haze of excessive RP.))
Sol lay motionlessly against the familiar sheets of the bunk, her eyes vacant and staring forward. The sounds of blades meeting each other, the flash of arcane energy, his voice. Spiraling through her mind like an unyielding wind the memories coursed into her senses over and over. A single tear wells up and streams down her soft cheek. There was no escaping.
"Kharhaz..."
The very thought of his name sent such deep remorse into her that she was unable to even comfort her injuries, which although bandaged, tainted the trappings. It was almost as though she were alone again... in the dark recesses of her mind, her past... that place in her memories. There was no light there.
Hano slid down against the post adjacent to where she lay, his armor clanking and shifting loudly. H rests his face into his palms as she draws her gaze to his figure flickering in the light. He rubs his temples as if his head were brimming with pain, and his expression winced.
"I'm so sorry... that this happened again." She spoke with a slight hesitation.
He mutters something into his gauntlet and casts his eyes onto Sol, laying on the bunk. Closing his eyes, he draws his gauntlet down his face and speaks softly.
"I would tell you this is something I am not familiar with... but, it is."
She looks to Hano in this state, eye welling with tears. Her only question, the only thought on her mind... beating through her sorrow and into her very person. She wearily lifts a hand towards Hano, an effort to struggle upwards.
"Kharhaz... where is Kharhaz...?"
"Circumstances... our position..." His voice trails off, but his eyes bear into Sol's. "Kharhaz... was taken. I was... too slow."
His words were like a hammer to her, and stricken she fell back onto the bunk to writhe in the news. Pressing against her eyes, the tears forced themselves down her face as her will to compose herself crumbled. She began to sob quietly... almost, gracefully.
Hano sits quietly, the sobs chiseling away at his will to remain strong. His eyes close... anger, regret, pain, sorrow... washes away. He draws a long breath before peering back towards Sol.
"I never got to tell him... that I tried my best." Her voice cracks through the sobs. "Kharhaz... I only wanted to protect you." She forces herself up, turning to face the wall and away from Hano as her sobs thicken.
Looking on, Hano rubs his forehead, collecting his thoughts... searching for the right advice. His mind wanders over his past experience, knowing all too well the suffering she must feel. She seems to calm herself suddenly, recomposing. Her hands paw at her wrappings as she sighs deeply, lifting herself onto her feet. His eyes rise to meet the back of her head as she faces the wall.
"... Sol?" His voice barely cracks a whisper.
"Do you remember the day I came to you here, with Tamryn...?" Her voice seems to be calmer than it had ever been. "When Divinium had arrived, I was at first curious... I wanted to know how it worked, why it worked."
He nods to her, shaking his head from the thought. Sol's weight shifts, her arm rises from her side as she opens her palm upward.
"... do you remember what Divinium's command was...?"
"To protect..." He responds.
"... to protect." She says sternly, demonstratively, she clasps her open palm into a fist. "I want to protect. I want to learn to protect."
Hano nods to himself, resting his lips against his gauntlet. She slowly turns around, her face weary with sadness and grief. His gaze rises once more to her.
"Of all the greedy, useless things a talent like golem-smithing is wasted on... watching over hordes of treasures, safeguarding the secrets of a magi..." Her voice trails on as passion seems to well up in her being.
"I thought to myself... my treasures are those who are precious to me." Her voice cracks a bit, looking into Hano's eyes painfully, "... now look what I've done."
Her words touch Hano, a sigh presses against his gauntlet as he closes his eyes again. Lifting his lips, he speaks only enough as so his voice is not muffled.
"This is a painful path you've chosen. It was never so simple at to 'protect.' There will be failures... there are failures... but," he opens his eyes, "Will you let them stop you? Will you bend to the cruel tides of fate and circumstances?"
Sol looks over him as his speaks, unsure of where his wisdom lay. Hano presses on, staring into her intently, "... or will you stand strong and continue. Reinforce your weaknesses with your failures... so you may not only do as you wish, but better?"
"I will not give up..."
Hano nods in agreement, the words seem to put him at a temporary ease. Sol lowers her head, the torchlight hints a glisten in her crimson eyes like dark rubies.
"... I will extract the life of every last one of those pathetic wretches who survived this night."
He shakes his head, "Slow down... think clearly. Is that truly punishment? Is that truly what they fear... or despise?"
"They will fear me when I tear into their flesh, rip out their entrails, and hold them for their eyes to see." She darkens under the hood, "hopefully they would still be alive while I do."
"Sol... they deserve judgment---Justice. To stare Try in his blind eye bearing the sins they have committed." Spirit strengthens his voice, "Your actions will only make you more like them. Torturing and slaughtering... is that not what they do?"
"They will do to others what they fear. What they find dangerous... frightening." She wisps.
"That doesn't mean we have to be like them." He shifts towards Sol. "Hatred, anger... these are bonds that only draw us closer to their desires." His gaze lowers. "I have lost many Brothers and Sisters who thought the same..."
Still as a statue, she stands eerily gaunt as her dark eyes occasionally catch the dim light.
"... to hate someone is to become like them." Hano adds with a nod.
She takes in his words. "It was my selfish desire to protect that caused this... am I no better than they, then?"
"Sol... could you look him in the eyes, look him in the eyes and tell him that you had become what had killed him?" Hano watches her, waiting for a response.
She sighs. "I would have died in his place."
Hano sits and waits a moment as Sol stares back to him. Her head rises, shimmering against the light across her face. Her lips crack, but ever so softly as she draws a confident smile.
"I have chosen a name for my first creation, my first golem..." Her voice flows cooly. Hano's eyes do not falter, his gaze affixed.
She lowers her head, eyes briefly flashing from under the hood, "Judgment."
Hano mouthes the words, but does not speak them... looking to Sol as she tears into her belongings. She busily begins to sketch something...
Sol lay motionlessly against the familiar sheets of the bunk, her eyes vacant and staring forward. The sounds of blades meeting each other, the flash of arcane energy, his voice. Spiraling through her mind like an unyielding wind the memories coursed into her senses over and over. A single tear wells up and streams down her soft cheek. There was no escaping.
"Kharhaz..."
The very thought of his name sent such deep remorse into her that she was unable to even comfort her injuries, which although bandaged, tainted the trappings. It was almost as though she were alone again... in the dark recesses of her mind, her past... that place in her memories. There was no light there.
Hano slid down against the post adjacent to where she lay, his armor clanking and shifting loudly. H rests his face into his palms as she draws her gaze to his figure flickering in the light. He rubs his temples as if his head were brimming with pain, and his expression winced.
"I'm so sorry... that this happened again." She spoke with a slight hesitation.
He mutters something into his gauntlet and casts his eyes onto Sol, laying on the bunk. Closing his eyes, he draws his gauntlet down his face and speaks softly.
"I would tell you this is something I am not familiar with... but, it is."
She looks to Hano in this state, eye welling with tears. Her only question, the only thought on her mind... beating through her sorrow and into her very person. She wearily lifts a hand towards Hano, an effort to struggle upwards.
"Kharhaz... where is Kharhaz...?"
"Circumstances... our position..." His voice trails off, but his eyes bear into Sol's. "Kharhaz... was taken. I was... too slow."
His words were like a hammer to her, and stricken she fell back onto the bunk to writhe in the news. Pressing against her eyes, the tears forced themselves down her face as her will to compose herself crumbled. She began to sob quietly... almost, gracefully.
Hano sits quietly, the sobs chiseling away at his will to remain strong. His eyes close... anger, regret, pain, sorrow... washes away. He draws a long breath before peering back towards Sol.
"I never got to tell him... that I tried my best." Her voice cracks through the sobs. "Kharhaz... I only wanted to protect you." She forces herself up, turning to face the wall and away from Hano as her sobs thicken.
Looking on, Hano rubs his forehead, collecting his thoughts... searching for the right advice. His mind wanders over his past experience, knowing all too well the suffering she must feel. She seems to calm herself suddenly, recomposing. Her hands paw at her wrappings as she sighs deeply, lifting herself onto her feet. His eyes rise to meet the back of her head as she faces the wall.
"... Sol?" His voice barely cracks a whisper.
"Do you remember the day I came to you here, with Tamryn...?" Her voice seems to be calmer than it had ever been. "When Divinium had arrived, I was at first curious... I wanted to know how it worked, why it worked."
He nods to her, shaking his head from the thought. Sol's weight shifts, her arm rises from her side as she opens her palm upward.
"... do you remember what Divinium's command was...?"
"To protect..." He responds.
"... to protect." She says sternly, demonstratively, she clasps her open palm into a fist. "I want to protect. I want to learn to protect."
Hano nods to himself, resting his lips against his gauntlet. She slowly turns around, her face weary with sadness and grief. His gaze rises once more to her.
"Of all the greedy, useless things a talent like golem-smithing is wasted on... watching over hordes of treasures, safeguarding the secrets of a magi..." Her voice trails on as passion seems to well up in her being.
"I thought to myself... my treasures are those who are precious to me." Her voice cracks a bit, looking into Hano's eyes painfully, "... now look what I've done."
Her words touch Hano, a sigh presses against his gauntlet as he closes his eyes again. Lifting his lips, he speaks only enough as so his voice is not muffled.
"This is a painful path you've chosen. It was never so simple at to 'protect.' There will be failures... there are failures... but," he opens his eyes, "Will you let them stop you? Will you bend to the cruel tides of fate and circumstances?"
Sol looks over him as his speaks, unsure of where his wisdom lay. Hano presses on, staring into her intently, "... or will you stand strong and continue. Reinforce your weaknesses with your failures... so you may not only do as you wish, but better?"
"I will not give up..."
Hano nods in agreement, the words seem to put him at a temporary ease. Sol lowers her head, the torchlight hints a glisten in her crimson eyes like dark rubies.
"... I will extract the life of every last one of those pathetic wretches who survived this night."
He shakes his head, "Slow down... think clearly. Is that truly punishment? Is that truly what they fear... or despise?"
"They will fear me when I tear into their flesh, rip out their entrails, and hold them for their eyes to see." She darkens under the hood, "hopefully they would still be alive while I do."
"Sol... they deserve judgment---Justice. To stare Try in his blind eye bearing the sins they have committed." Spirit strengthens his voice, "Your actions will only make you more like them. Torturing and slaughtering... is that not what they do?"
"They will do to others what they fear. What they find dangerous... frightening." She wisps.
"That doesn't mean we have to be like them." He shifts towards Sol. "Hatred, anger... these are bonds that only draw us closer to their desires." His gaze lowers. "I have lost many Brothers and Sisters who thought the same..."
Still as a statue, she stands eerily gaunt as her dark eyes occasionally catch the dim light.
"... to hate someone is to become like them." Hano adds with a nod.
She takes in his words. "It was my selfish desire to protect that caused this... am I no better than they, then?"
"Sol... could you look him in the eyes, look him in the eyes and tell him that you had become what had killed him?" Hano watches her, waiting for a response.
She sighs. "I would have died in his place."
Hano sits and waits a moment as Sol stares back to him. Her head rises, shimmering against the light across her face. Her lips crack, but ever so softly as she draws a confident smile.
"I have chosen a name for my first creation, my first golem..." Her voice flows cooly. Hano's eyes do not falter, his gaze affixed.
She lowers her head, eyes briefly flashing from under the hood, "Judgment."
Hano mouthes the words, but does not speak them... looking to Sol as she tears into her belongings. She busily begins to sketch something...