Ah, and you show your true colors. When apologies are not accepted, Zenith tries to insult the dead. Cetina was a dear friend of Cyrus, a childhood friend, in fact. You insult her for defending his honor? For striking out bravely on her own?
[ That sun is hot, and bright. Like a noon day, sitting on the beach where the sands radiate heat upward, and the sun radiates rays downward. Like being trapped with nowhere to escape. ]
Had I known she would strike out like that, I would have given her support. Next time, it will not be a lone warrior striking out in the dead of Highstorm's shadows. Next time we will not be so easily snuffed out.
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Ah, and you show your true colors. When apologies are not accepted, Zenith tries to insult the dead. Cetina was a dear friend of Cyrus, a childhood friend, in fact. You insult her for defending his honor? For striking out bravely on her own?
[ That sun is hot, and bright. Like a noon day, sitting on the beach where the sands radiate heat upward, and the sun radiates rays downward. Like being trapped with nowhere to escape. ]
Had I known she would strike out like that, I would have given her support. Next time, it will not be a lone warrior striking out in the dead of Highstorm's shadows. Next time we will not be so easily snuffed out.