A Fatal Truth [Closed, bendy time like whoa]

[birthmural]

[[OOC: Bendy time back to Lirath during this thread]]

Daimon did not volunteer for the front lines. He couldn't in his condition and it was against the advice of his doctor. But he knew that there would still be danger and he was right. The Catastrophists (if they were on Earth Daimon would have wondered if they chose their name at the same meeting as the Legion of Nihilists) had been brought on board alongside refugees and now was when they chose to strike.

Dealing with the Catastrophists didn't concern Daimon at first. He quickly reevaluated that judgment. His soulfire was fading and he found it more and more difficult to control it. If only those accursed refugees would run faster out of the way.

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[patsywalker.livejournal.com]

"We'll figure it out," Patsy replied. Did she know that one specific way? Probably not. But her answer was ominous enough for a telepath.

[birthmural]

And this was one reason of many why Daimon hadn't told her. Not that he could blame her, if he were in her position he would have the same reaction.

"Patsy," He said gently. "We've faced many enemies and won but the one enemy that cannot be defeated is death."

[patsywalker.livejournal.com]

"Please," Patsy scoffed. "We're from a world where a soldier from World War Two was stuck in ice for decades. And you're the Son of Satan. I think there are some things we can find a way to cheat." She certainly sounded more confident than she felt.

[birthmural]

"This is different." He still couldn't bring himself to look at her. "This involves souls. Even I don't understand it all." And he was the unqualified expert on his own souls, first an overabundance and now a lack of one.