[ Holden takes his hand back. Silas eases his hold to let it pass easily through his fingers.
His once-over inspection is as talon-scraping-bone close as it is removed, judgment wry through the lines carved in sharp around his mouth for whatever he sees. What a mook. But also: same. ]
Sapient beasts need more than purpose.
[ Speaking from experience. He’s comfortable enough to pat and squeeze at Holden’s shoulder, reassuring -- if nothing else -- in his bedrock certainty. ]
We’re all vulnerable to the void gnawing beneath it.
no subject
His once-over inspection is as talon-scraping-bone close as it is removed, judgment wry through the lines carved in sharp around his mouth for whatever he sees. What a mook. But also: same. ]
Sapient beasts need more than purpose.
[ Speaking from experience. He’s comfortable enough to pat and squeeze at Holden’s shoulder, reassuring -- if nothing else -- in his bedrock certainty. ]
We’re all vulnerable to the void gnawing beneath it.