Re: Part 62c - Into the mouth of the dragon
As Cyan mentions her plan, Aaron exhibited a grin very reminiscent of his olden ways, the ways that used to make Jack and Cyan both nervous when they were around him. His eyes glittered with excitement, flicker-changing autumn colors, the imprint of San Anyn.
"I've always wanted to invade a heavilly defended fortress," he said, and his excitement seemed to fade slightly as he turned to her other request. A sigh escaped him.
"Arianne, yes," he responded, and he paused. "We gain another hand in another world, to assist us in any way she's able."
He unsheathed the sword, white on one edge, black on the other. He crouched, impaled it into the ground between his knees, running a finger along the flat of the flexible weapon.
"She deserved her freedom, more than she argued she did, anyway. Keeping her beside me was weakening her, and her distance from the world of her birth was making it even worse than that. But she lives now, preparing San Anyn, preparing the Sjardring Forge, for the inevitable conflict with Harbonah's forces. Those are just the basic facts. It's much deeper than that, but we don't have the time, and I don't wish to try your patience, friends."
He balanced the sword between the fingers of his right hand and rose, inhaling and exhaling.
"Ancient rites and all that, Cyan. Awakening a woman who was sleeping for... well, long enough so that time became nothing more than a concept to her. Now she understands the madness of barely-restrained guilt, and the true price of absolute genocide."
But even as Aaron spoke it, he felt his inner self replacing the 'she understands' in that statement with 'I understand', and it pained him for a few, long seconds.
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