strangers in fate

Weariness was certainly a mutual affliction. She weary of his keen insistence to lob the volley back across the court and he, weary of her lack of inspiration. Yes, he'd once been different, if she recalled. But was that not the point of their long lives? To remain unchanged was to encourage a fate worse than true death. To allow for decay to settle in, while life continued despite the un-churned waters of individuality made for what could only be described as an animated husk blinking and breathing. As much opposition as he offered her, he didn't want her to forget entirely. Else what was the point of all this? 

After all this time, this was their Awakening. It was foretold; portents, prophecy and legend nothwithstanding. Their shards made whole for a purpose. One she seemed to have trouble seeing. Or maybe not and instead she simply rebuked the idea of predestination. It certainly fit the narrative she'd written to date and in that respect, he mightn't begrudge her for the consistency. 

He agreed that there was beauty in this new world, a spirit that had only existed in small concentrations before now. And yet still they consume anything lasting. He didn't have the faith that she did, that much was known to be true of his nature. It was his entire motivation behind hid play at domination. Scorched earth was the great equalizer for the things beyond hope of retribution. These wild concepts he possessed were no doubt the seeds of his demise at the hands of his once close knit cohort. Morningstar, cast out to atone for his supposed sins, cast as a figurehead villain to blame. 

A cluck of his tongue to signal his consideration. Yield, she asked? To what end? For the apparent betterment she envisioned? He thought not. 

I can offer you peace. You and the Dread Wolf. You may even have Arithari at your side once more. Though it seemed little consideration was given to her. Perhaps her purposes were not as essential as he originally surmised. He expected  Mythal to infer the words left unsaid in his offer. That being her complete surrender. Perhaps then, might she understand why he could not do the same for her?  But I'm afraid that would require use to align what we consider joyous and peaceful Because he possessed much in the way of both by his standards.