“Come home,” Azrael said finally. Freya softened as the moments ticked on. Azrael’s words sunk down into her, seeped into her very soul. At the same time, the warmth of her body seeped into Freya’s own. She also felt her heart beating through her chest. It drummed on her skin with such ferocity t
Azrael stroked her hair, even as she wept ceaselessly. The sounds of it echoed around the bridge and filled everyone around her. Orsethii evened out her breathing as her stamina recovered and normalized. She picked herself up off the ground somewhat unsteadily. But once she was back on her feet, ev
It seemed like an eternity before Freya’s sobs finally stopped. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face felt puffy and wet. She felt utterly miserable and weak all over. And deep inside as well. She pushed herself up onto her knees and wiped away what tears she could with both her hands. It felt as t
“And on top of that there’s this massive navy all around us, all waiting to continue burning and razing. I can’t just tell them to go home. I… I don’t know.” “Well, no matter what, I think the first thing you oughta do is start apologizing,” said Azrael. “At least let everyone know where you’re at.
“And that’s on me,” she continued. “I led us all here. My own stupidity and callousness brought us this mess. And I’m deeply, truly sorry for having done so. “I don’t know if there’s any redemption for any of us, but I want to at least find it, seek it out. I don’t think I could go on otherwise. Ma
The holoprojection of Orsethii joined the other officers aboard the Einherjar’s primary tactical bridge. The numerous heads of the various fleets surrounded the central tacmap, though only a handful were actually on the bridge itself. The rest were holoprojections just like Orsethii. The Reborn loo
“So am I sorry for killing Retholis? Should I also be sorry for everyone else I’ve killed along the way? I might’ve even killed people some of you knew and loved. Am I sorry for those deaths? “Much like you and your Ra’ventrii killed people I knew and loved. Are you sorry for those deaths? We’ve a
Freya walked down a stone pathway towards the meadow inside of a wooded park. Or rather, the wooded park inside of the unnamed cruiser that was the heart of the Republic. Of course, its citizens had long since tired of it being unnamed, and had thus renamed it Folkvang. Because of that, the park i