(the animal is watched back, though voryn makes no motion to dismiss or attack it. it is the loyal pet of the man rising from the ground, judging by its defensive loom, and he thinks distantly that a steed would be more useful.

his mind tries to tear him from his rage with distractions. some work, some don't. asriel works, but will only for a time.)

You have my sympathy. Now stand, (voryn replies coolly, using what strength is left in his arm to pull asriel to his feet.

the grime clinging to asriel forces him to look at himself, fingers grasping at stained robes embroidered with alien sigil. one more disappointment he must endure now when there is something more insidious than dirt in the roots of the great tree.)

When our paths diverge, you need never see me again, but for a time, I need your ears and eyes.