Though Argrave knew that something needed to be said to Orion, those words did not come to his head immediately as the two of them walked away from the rest of the party. They entered into the keep of the fortress that had manifested after the battle had concluded. Argrave glanced around at decrepit wooden furniture covered in equal parts by wood rot and growths from the wetlands.

Argrave came to stand over a table. Orion stood opposite it, staring at Argrave with curiosity as he waited for him to speak. Though Argrave briefly contemplated sitting in a chair, he saw its thin, shaky legs rotted out and decided against it.

“That centaur getting away bodes ill,” Argrave began, starting at the problem Orion had caused. “Centaurs—they’re closer to man than beast, and they can communicate with our foes. He can report to the commanders of the other fortresses, or even the Plague Jester herself.”

“You fear our enemies will take note of us? They already have—they harass us during this whole journey, brother,” Orion stepped around the table.

Argrave mirrored his brother’s steps, circling around the table opposite him. “This is different. These beasts that assail as we travel… they sense intruders and hunt them, but little else—now, you’ve displayed your power, stated your intent plainly. If the commanders are warned, the final assault will be all the more difficult. They’ll group up.”

Orion lowered his head. “I apologize.”

Argrave sighed. “I don’t get why this is happening. Back at camp, you lunged at Silvic as though she were your nemesis without any provocation whatsoever. Now, someone attacks you first, and you let them stab you? You let their ally get away?”

“I apologize,” Orion repeated sincerely, lowering his head further.

“I don’t want an apology. I want to know why,” Argrave insisted.

Orion raised a hand to the table before him, placing his fingers against it almost gingerly. The battle he’d just endured had destroyed both of his gauntlets, leaving only scraps of loosely hanging metal with broken enchantments behind.

“Do you ever grow lonely, Argrave?” Orion raised his head, gray eyes emotionless.

Argrave thought for half a second before answering, “Not lately. But I did, once. A lot.”

thin wood bend and bounce back into place. “I cannot grow lonely. I always have company. The gods accompany me through life. Since my birth, they have

“But that doesn’t answer

an inch as wood splinters fell at his feet. “Because I don’t understand,” Orion said, voice far too calm in the

know the gods. My faith is unshakable. All is part of the natural order, and the world can only truly be perfect when their dominion extends from the tall mountains of Dirracha to

with their teachings in my mind, with the support of all my parents, both within and without…” Orion clenched his fist. “And I find that learning to do something is wholly different from putting it into action. The task is simple: spread the faith. Yet the ways are manifold, subtle and direct in equal turns. Each path I

“Me?” Argrave questioned. “What?”

an invasion from the Veidimen by treating with them in their land. This action saved the lives of thousands of faithful in Mateth. What’s more, Durran

at my back… I am impulsive, easily angered. Yet personality is not a static thing, and wisdom is more than equal to intelligence. Personality changes and morphs based on what happens. I am trying to understand,

in the wake of Orion’s openness. He had never seen Orion express anything of this sort to anyone—certainly never the player in ‘Heroes of

future to try and learn,” Argrave said gently. “Right now… right now, we have only allies and enemies. Even I am aware of that. Our foe seeks

wetland spirit?” Orion turned back. “She is the enemy, yet you use her

he felt some sympathy for Orion. From birth, he was molded and twisted into what he is now. He was a convergence of so many forces, stretched so thin by so many it was

Millions could die if Orion continued

exclusive. And Argrave could get

with his desire to be disentangled from the man before

done, I can help you with that. Experience. Understanding. Growth.” He took a step forward, looking up at the prince. “For now, put all of that out of your mind. The world needs you as you are, Orion. The world needs

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his vague offer and his empty assurances, Argrave was not entirely sure that things would resume their normal

to consume, Argrave was forced to relax and rest. He did not realize how much he needed such a thing until he had it, but once his mind had rejuvenated he was consumed by feelings of impatience and frustration. He felt

less than minutes. Much of that was due to her, he suspected—she understood him without him needing to say much at all. Argrave had recalled

Waxknights had better morale, having lost none of their own, and things were prepared in short order. The

spend all night fretting and worrying about what Orion taught me, and then I get it right,” he explained hollowly to Argrave as he adjusted his wyvern scale helmet. “But then… but then, he dumps

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