Enki shook his head slowly, eyes closed and the tapping fingers having stilled on the book.
"I think they can. But even the best king falls." Enki shivered and grimaced and wished he could take those words back. They sounded like an exclamation of doom.
His belief was unshaken, his nature contested that belief, but his hope, the very thing Shōryū had given him, was more fragile, and having uttered those words in such a way, it quavered beneath the weight.
It didn't matter. They weren't even home. Enki shrugged and straightened. Shōryū was the sort of stubborn, greedy idiot who'd fight to the very last person, the very last blade of grass, anyway.
It wouldn't come to that for a long time yet, he hoped.
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"I think they can. But even the best king falls." Enki shivered and grimaced and wished he could take those words back. They sounded like an exclamation of doom.
His belief was unshaken, his nature contested that belief, but his hope, the very thing Shōryū had given him, was more fragile, and having uttered those words in such a way, it quavered beneath the weight.
It didn't matter. They weren't even home. Enki shrugged and straightened. Shōryū was the sort of stubborn, greedy idiot who'd fight to the very last person, the very last blade of grass, anyway.
It wouldn't come to that for a long time yet, he hoped.