"Maybe you were," Daud answers. He won't complete the rest of that thought: that a victory she'd taken without him putting a fight would have been no victory at all, and the fact that her schemes had come to naught in the end even with the weakness she perceived saying enough. He's said what he intends to say, and that's enough.
He doesn't stop her from leaving. He doesn't see the point. Either she'll come back again, or she won't. She doesn't owe him her loyalty, not anymore.
The days after that pass as predictably as the ones before, but the Long Night is nearing its end. While the red finally bleeds away from the sky and people sigh in relief and begin to pick up their lives again. Daud's animas is dead. Daud himself, however, remains, with no apparent sign of being about to rot or regain his injuries again.
His emotions, though, remain conspicuously absent. He's pinpointed that to be what's happened to him now, and while the prospect of an emotionless eternity should by all rights be an alarming one, the tiefling is simply literally incapable of it. It's simply another thing to stolidly accept and endure, like everything else since they've woken up.
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He doesn't stop her from leaving. He doesn't see the point. Either she'll come back again, or she won't. She doesn't owe him her loyalty, not anymore.
The days after that pass as predictably as the ones before, but the Long Night is nearing its end. While the red finally bleeds away from the sky and people sigh in relief and begin to pick up their lives again. Daud's animas is dead. Daud himself, however, remains, with no apparent sign of being about to rot or regain his injuries again.
His emotions, though, remain conspicuously absent. He's pinpointed that to be what's happened to him now, and while the prospect of an emotionless eternity should by all rights be an alarming one, the tiefling is simply literally incapable of it. It's simply another thing to stolidly accept and endure, like everything else since they've woken up.