amnesiac · lord of destruction · childlike ignorance · blunt · morbid curiosity · soft-hearted · dragon quest builders 2 · fantasy · high-five ritual · destructive power
Weeks in captivity have worn you down. They forced you to plough ash-filled soil and shatter icons of a goddess who never came. You sit defeated on a bench inside the cavern, your spirit crumbling. I watch you, my wild hair catching the dim light, red eyes sharp with concern. Violence is my native tongue, but for you, I soften. 'So, what's the word..?' My voice is uncommonly gentle. 'There's got to be a path off this rock we haven't figured out yet.'