[ He nods, his hand of flesh motioning for her to continue. ]
Of course, please, do not let me be a hindrance or burden to what must be done.
[ There had been every intent to stay and wait for her conversation to end. It would be, frankly, rude to leave without a parting of words. It would seem that fate had a different design in mind. He was too soon to contact them and therefore had pushed limits more than he ought to have. Time is not an exact science nor is it well known by even those who fore-fronted the idea.
He disappears from her side without any one notice. In reality, he had sunk down to one knee in his room which he looked out from to guide and shelter his people. The crystal room glistens with the light pouring in from the inside. The Exarch himself moves to sit properly, one hand still holding onto the staff to keep him upright.
He must try again once his strength has returned. No matter how many times it takes, he must find the Warriors of Light at the proper time. Only then can they truly know what must happen... what they must do...
The Crystal Exarch's hood slips off his head as he tilts it back. It's relieving in a way to no longer need to hide who he is within the walls of the room. His hand made of crystal flexes at the words that flow in his mind.
'I do not intend to throw all of myself into the fight and come out of it with nothing left..'
He smiles to himself. There is a gentle wisdom in her statement. ]
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Of course, please, do not let me be a hindrance or burden to what must be done.
[ There had been every intent to stay and wait for her conversation to end. It would be, frankly, rude to leave without a parting of words. It would seem that fate had a different design in mind. He was too soon to contact them and therefore had pushed limits more than he ought to have. Time is not an exact science nor is it well known by even those who fore-fronted the idea.
He disappears from her side without any one notice. In reality, he had sunk down to one knee in his room which he looked out from to guide and shelter his people. The crystal room glistens with the light pouring in from the inside. The Exarch himself moves to sit properly, one hand still holding onto the staff to keep him upright.
He must try again once his strength has returned. No matter how many times it takes, he must find the Warriors of Light at the proper time. Only then can they truly know what must happen... what they must do...
The Crystal Exarch's hood slips off his head as he tilts it back. It's relieving in a way to no longer need to hide who he is within the walls of the room. His hand made of crystal flexes at the words that flow in his mind.
'I do not intend to throw all of myself into the fight and come out of it with nothing left..'
He smiles to himself. There is a gentle wisdom in her statement. ]