With my dying breath let me confess to you || final resting place

[angelembrace]

It was all a blur, he wasn’t entirely sure how he got here. Had he asked for help? Travel assistance wasn’t new to him, he must have. Didn’t matter how he supposed, there was something that took so so precedence that everything else was shortly forgotten or discarded from his distracted mind. Saturn was...dying. Wounded. A causality. A tragic fact and one that could have been avoided he was sure, and even then, Saturn was the least deserving of such a thing. He wondered if the captures were worth it, but he’d never question it out loud.

Emotionally more composed than Byriath, though not emotionless in the slightest, Angelembrace let out a small sigh of what felt like misery. ”I’m sorry for the wait, Saturn.” Would Maude show up? He wasn’t sure in the slightest.

your little hands of paradise, give them here and hang on tight

— Reggan