ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@downcastDaylight You remember the last conversation you had with him. An argument, of course. It was almost always an argument in those last few weeks. Arguing about where to go, what to do, how to carry on when half of your playing members were already gone. His tongue could be as sharp as his weapons, a lot of the time, and this was no different. He made it clear; there was no other way forward. Either go in with everything, or spend the rest of your life sitting on your hands waiting for the inevitable. You knew how he would take a moment of sentiment from you. How he would scoff at the idea of losing him. How stalemate would be better than being alone. So you did not say anything. You held your tongue, and you told him to do what he had to. He was always the boss. I remember him vividly, such a character. πΌπππππ’ πππ
Yes I know.