[David is fucking tired. Tired. Capital T. Hell, all capital letters would do it, but it doesn't feel like enough of a description. There's a break for now, both sides of the fight retreating. He can't relax though, not now. Not when there's a war to win, gods to save, their own asses to save.
His fingers twitch against his thigh.
He's exhausted, but he can't rest, not with Athena's words in his mind and the screams of dying men and Senna...
Not with Senna still there, haunting him in a way that he can't get over, no matter how hard he tries. (He doesn't even try at all, to be honest. Her life and death is his penance to bear.) For Senna, he'll do this. Because part of her wanted Ka-Anor to be stopped, even if it was for selfish reasons.
The tapping against his leg is more like pounding now.]
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His fingers twitch against his thigh.
He's exhausted, but he can't rest, not with Athena's words in his mind and the screams of dying men and Senna...
Not with Senna still there, haunting him in a way that he can't get over, no matter how hard he tries. (He doesn't even try at all, to be honest. Her life and death is his penance to bear.) For Senna, he'll do this. Because part of her wanted Ka-Anor to be stopped, even if it was for selfish reasons.
The tapping against his leg is more like pounding now.]