He turned to look at the writing briefly, but could only offer a small shrug of his armored shoulders in reply. If he'd gotten thrown in here when they first met? Yeah, he'd be rooting for them to lock every door they could find, throw away the key, and hand Lucanis off to whatever Templars still remained in this Blighted world. But he knew now. Maybe even understood, at least a little.
"We're a group of cast offs and survivors that think we can use one ancient god to kill two others. Nothing's right with any of us."
He had been disappointed to the point of anger that Lucanis couldn't, as Rook put it, stab a cloud. There was something horribly wrong with all of them.
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He turned to look at the writing briefly, but could only offer a small shrug of his armored shoulders in reply. If he'd gotten thrown in here when they first met? Yeah, he'd be rooting for them to lock every door they could find, throw away the key, and hand Lucanis off to whatever Templars still remained in this Blighted world. But he knew now. Maybe even understood, at least a little.
"We're a group of cast offs and survivors that think we can use one ancient god to kill two others. Nothing's right with any of us."
He had been disappointed to the point of anger that Lucanis couldn't, as Rook put it, stab a cloud. There was something horribly wrong with all of them.