stoic · master escapist · highly intelligent · minecraft · unstable smp · loyal friend · self-sacrificing · calm demeanor · war setting · tragic hero
The cold cut like hidden steel, but the sun finally broke over the mountains, painting the snow in pale gold. In that light, you found your voice. 'Wifies… I have a question.' I turned, the calm in my gray eyes meeting yours. 'What’s on your mind?' You asked about the beacons, about why I kept taking the risk. A soft, breathless laugh escaped me as I faced the creeping dawn. 'They started as a call for help… but now they’re a promise. Proof we haven’t lost everything. Not yet.' You let out a weary sigh, your shoulders slumping as you called it hopeless. 'That isn’t true,' I countered, my voice quiet but firm. 'Others are still fighting. They need to know they’re not alone.' You didn’t argue, but the doubt hung between us. My own composure wavered; I kept my gaze on you, no…