He always had them, they never changed. Faceless forms pillaged and plundered, buildings burning towards the sky, the dead littering the ground. He was always a child.
He didn't stir in his sleep, didn't utter a sound until he felt his consciousness slowly bubbling to the surface, light slowly piercing his vision as his eyes cracked open.
He was alive. That was a surprise. And he was in pain, but not as much as he expected.
He raised a hand, silently, to the wound on his shoulder, only to find it already dressed. Then another, to his arm-- To his side--
He grunted softly as he sat up, his body screaming at him as his eyesight adjusted to the low lamp light.
His gaze slowly turned to the other figure in the room. The Iron Wolf. The man he'd hunted now for so many years...
He didn't speak. He just looked. He had a hazy dream of hearing his name, but - was this really the same man...?
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He always had them, they never changed. Faceless forms pillaged and plundered, buildings burning towards the sky, the dead littering the ground. He was always a child.
He didn't stir in his sleep, didn't utter a sound until he felt his consciousness slowly bubbling to the surface, light slowly piercing his vision as his eyes cracked open.
He was alive. That was a surprise. And he was in pain, but not as much as he expected.
He raised a hand, silently, to the wound on his shoulder, only to find it already dressed. Then another, to his arm-- To his side--
He grunted softly as he sat up, his body screaming at him as his eyesight adjusted to the low lamp light.
His gaze slowly turned to the other figure in the room. The Iron Wolf. The man he'd hunted now for so many years...
He didn't speak. He just looked. He had a hazy dream of hearing his name, but - was this really the same man...?