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Cassius was tired. Not in the normal sense. After all it was two hours passed midnight and he was fully dressed and meandering the courtyards beneath his Dreadlord sanctioned living space. No, Cassius was tired of it all. The political obtuseness, the becoming numb to slaughter. All of it. It was a headache and he wanted no more to do with it.
He had thought of abandoning it all before. Running off and hiding somewhere on the opposite end of Arethil. Part of him had pieced together exactly how to. The other parts of him are the reason he never accomplished it. It was too risky at the end of the day. But was that worth finding a future that he chose? What if he chose worse?
It was all so much.
Cassius stood and stared at the moon in all her celestial glory. It was a hope of his that no one else would leave their beds at this time, and he could in fact spend the whole early morning watching the moonlight gradually disappear into the sun.
He had thought of abandoning it all before. Running off and hiding somewhere on the opposite end of Arethil. Part of him had pieced together exactly how to. The other parts of him are the reason he never accomplished it. It was too risky at the end of the day. But was that worth finding a future that he chose? What if he chose worse?
It was all so much.
Cassius stood and stared at the moon in all her celestial glory. It was a hope of his that no one else would leave their beds at this time, and he could in fact spend the whole early morning watching the moonlight gradually disappear into the sun.