respired: might as well let it die (there's no relief in bitterness)
ᴋᴏʟᴛɪʀᴀ ·sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ· ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ ([personal profile] respired) wrote in [community profile] futurology 2016-11-13 01:39 am (UTC)

There is only one cure for the curse of undeath, stranger. Death itself. And I have reason to go on, yet.

[ The fight in him drains slightly at Graham's persistent calm. Still, he feels as though no true understanding has been reached--but that is the way of it with him and a number of the others on the team. They are naive. They seek to solve the unsolvable. To break their wrists against a wall of iron and steel.

He makes a last-ditch effort. ]


What I mean to do is this: fight, as I always have. I do not ask anyone to join me in this fight. I ask only that they keep back when the pain overwhelms me. When I lose myself. That is all any of you can truly do, Sieglinde's research pending.

[ He shakes his head. Near as he can tell, no one here even approaches Sieglinde's faculty for science and magic, especially not after the secret she shared with him. Loki has powerful magic, but they've known each other a long time and he has never suggested that he could be of help. The others are either unknowns or without magical skill entirely. He literally has no idea who Graham feels he ought to ask. ]

Only agony suffered by another person satisfies the endless hunger. Only blood in my mouth, only pain for pain. I would never, ever ask a member of this team to bear that weight. It does not mean I regret what happened any less. It does not diminish my guilt, or my resolve to do what I can for those affected.

But you are free to believe as you will. We are unknown to each other, after all.

[ Doesn't even know this guy's name. ]

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