[That's why it'd be a big circle. And he's not quite childish enough to do that for real, so it shall remain an entertaining thought, nothing more.]
Your comrades do not share your convictions.
[Elidibus is just body hopping errywhere. Into dead people even, speaking of not having shame.
He is...not saying anything. No more than five yalms, it's a disgrace and he hates it. His jumps haven't been that short since he was in training as a child.
That, and he doesn't feel the whispers of Nidhogg's aether or his rage anymore, and it's strange. He'd gotten used to it, the knot of the wyrm's remnant power resting beneath his breastbone. A reminder of what he'd been through, of what he needs to not allow himself to turn into.]
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Your comrades do not share your convictions.
[Elidibus is just body hopping errywhere. Into dead people even, speaking of not having shame.
He is...not saying anything. No more than five yalms, it's a disgrace and he hates it. His jumps haven't been that short since he was in training as a child.
That, and he doesn't feel the whispers of Nidhogg's aether or his rage anymore, and it's strange. He'd gotten used to it, the knot of the wyrm's remnant power resting beneath his breastbone. A reminder of what he'd been through, of what he needs to not allow himself to turn into.]