[Sakyou doesn't prompt further, though he waits for a moment or two before saying anything. Letting go... It's an unthinkable thing, really. In so very many ways.]
One cannot let go of the dead so easily.
[And perhaps vice versa, in some cases.
He lapses into silence again for a moment, glancing back up and over, beyond the heated edge of his blade.]
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One cannot let go of the dead so easily.
[And perhaps vice versa, in some cases.
He lapses into silence again for a moment, glancing back up and over, beyond the heated edge of his blade.]
...Why did that prompt you to leave your kingdom?