![]() While easy on Galleous' ears her performance wasn’t going to solve the hefty load in his arms, giving a slight cough before speaking, “Hello?” There’s a pause as she spins around, his markings playing tricks with her face. Oh Death where is your sting, isn't the mentor supposed to die?Īnd now only the Chorus sings this tragedy of mine Oh, Goddess did you welcome him with arms open wide?ĭid you give him needed rest or leave him haunted and deprived? On second thought, Thalleous absolutely fits the first part. Titans never die, that's not the fate of mortal kind I forgot that if I cared too much then I'd be rendered blind So forgive if I forget how fragile mortals are sometimes Gods of death and bloodshed have always been my kind Granted, Thalleous wasn’t as introspective or sincere as the original songwriter so for all he knows he’s projecting after their latest chat. The grieving and vengeful lyrics, beyond being too dark for his tastes, reminded him of his twin’s temperament. He couldn’t say the same for her choice in music. It was a feeling he could relate, especially when Thalleous was involved. Aside from brushing a hand on his anvil’s surface Galleous wasn’t seeing much tampering or anything to indicate breaking and entering-what thief sang in the open? If anything, she sounded lost in thought, nostalgia layered between breaths. I'll bring fires of vengeance, long overdue With a thousandfold threat, I always follow through Sixteen at the latest.Īnd I am still Prometheus, I thought I broke the chainsīut I can't ignore, not anymore, this all-consuming pain Judging from her height she was…fifteen-ish. Though he was seriously questioning if he was staring at the lost child of a…merchant? Minstrel? He hadn’t heard of any humans entering the village, so she must be recent. She was also singing with her head low, unaware of the baffled blacksmith behind her that had just returned from his walk. Tortured Agamemnon thus proclaimed himself a godĪnd Phrixus saw his saviour seeking someone called a fraud ![]() Thanatos escaped his chains, refused the mortals' callĪnd Theseus found forgiveness, in their eyes it's not his fault ![]() ![]() In a quiet village a wide-brimmed hat flopped rhythmically between an anvil and a counter, its wearer difficult to make out in the dim lava-light. ![]()
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