05-01-2020, 01:39 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]As Aurum’s pained words twisted and curled in his mind, it took all Selby had not to join him in his agony. He hadn’t known Feza well. To act as though her death was the worst thing that had ever happened to him would be offensive- and worst of all, untrue. Pastel’s rotting corpse haunted his dreams too heavily for him to even consider it, Arrow’s limp body close behind her.
He could not help the dead. He couldn’t afford to grieve everyone. But he could console the living.
Resting a paw on top of Aurum’s much larger one, he nodded along to what he was saying. “I think you were one of the closest to her,” he said softly, looking up at the lion. “It’s only right that you plan it. That is, if you’d like to. I’m sure someone else would be up to it if you can’t.”
He could not help the dead. He couldn’t afford to grieve everyone. But he could console the living.
Resting a paw on top of Aurum’s much larger one, he nodded along to what he was saying. “I think you were one of the closest to her,” he said softly, looking up at the lion. “It’s only right that you plan it. That is, if you’d like to. I’m sure someone else would be up to it if you can’t.”