Desreal: but first, here's to you, Alcatraz; --

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“ Death is the only god that comes when you call. ”
- Roger Zelazny

It’s like a dance, spiraling closer, faster and faster, like opponents in a ring. But we aren’t opponents. We never were.

Yes, say the winds. I do have a relic. What do you wish, rogue? Do you wish to be free? Do you wish for your mind back?

I won’t say sanity, because it’s rather obvious he doesn’t have much of it in the first place... nonetheless. I like him all the more for it.

Mm, I wonder which one of the crazies got him. Not Betrayal – I would have known. Not the fire shard – it has found its way home, this time, alone. But there’s always the – sigh – queen of Solira. The unknown monster that took Elemmírë’s place. Or perhaps Severus.

Hah, Severus? Biting this one? Ridiculous.

I don’t think you’ll appreciate this relic, though, I shrug, because well; can you imagine him with Andürien’s mind in his own? It calls itself Andürien’s Innocence. To free you, I will have to give it to you to wear – of course, you could always give it back to me after the shard snaps free. Somehow, I don’t think the word ‘innocence’ applies to you very well.

Neither to me, but needs must, don’t you think?

Besides, do you really want a girl alter ego nattering in your brain?

Hey, don’t burn me. It’s true. I happen to like her, horror of horrors, but that doesn’t mean he will.

FENRISULFR
an axe age, a sword age, shields will be cloven;
a wind age, a wolf age, ere the world sinks.