Post-Origin Waking

[lightundying]

c a t c h - a l l?

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[lightundying]

Dion shifts and grunts for the effort. He has borne Terence's weight enough to be familiar- though he'd had two functioning arms then. But they are both of them standing in the end, and Dion flashes a breathless smile. Such exertion should not have ordinarily been enough to wind him, but it has been a rather harrowing day.

"No apologies," he sighs, casting another glance to the sun as it relates to their surroundings. Greagor, but they are leagues from Bennumere and have not even chocobos. "Shall we search for your brother?"

[rosarianoath]

Founder, would it ever be nice to just lay back down, and let his flesh and bones sink into the hard sand until they were one, but Joshua is a north star, a singular reason to persist in this very moment. Even if he drops dead from exhaustion a moment later, it will have been worth this effort.

He nods, just a hasty jerk of his chin.

"Yes," he says. "The sooner we find him, the better. If we can't..." He can't even think of what that'd feel like, but there has to be some semblance of a plan. "We camp. Recover some strength."

They die of exposure. Sounds better than exhaustion, as if the two of them had fought decades just to fall short of expectations.

[lightundying]

Dion bends to retrieve his halberd, comforted for the weight of it. The loss of his right arm had been a known inevitability, and thus he had gained reasonable proficiency with his left. With fortune however, they would not run into aught that would press their new disadvantages.

The beach seems clear enough for now. Dion nods ahead.

"It seems unwise to split forces as we are now. Pray lead on, and I shall follow."

[rosarianoath]

Clive takes a step, but he doesn’t veer far from Dion; either of them could collapse from exertion, and he isn’t sure he could do much about it if Dion went first, but it soothes the anxiety thrumming in his chest to think he could. Even turning his head feels like a great feat, let alone putting one foot in front of the other, but he manages, somehow.

“If one of us falls, at least the other can carry on and make it a little further,” he says, barely above a murmur.