Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170227051141

Thomas says nothing for many moments. Finally, he speaks. His voice is resigned, his face tired.

"I can't convince you not to, so at least listen to what I have to say. You can't even get into the Mori unless he lets you in.  But once you're there, you need to know that you'll have no power there, unless he allows it.  He can simply take it from you.  Trust me on this, Marcus...he can kill with a thought.  Even you.  If you think you can speak to him on equal terms, you're mistaken.  He has no equal terms.  I know because he's my other half."

He looks away, then back again. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to doubt you. Really, I don't.  But I know what he's capable of, and I don't want to see something happen to you after you've come this far.  But..."

He continues. "...I know what you mean about being tired. Every day, I have to live with the consequences of the little decisions I make, little decisions for me that sometimes spell life or death for others.  Sometimes I want to walk away from it all, and retire early, and take up a job growing fruit or making toys or pressing wine.  But then, I remind myself that because it's hard, and because it takes a toll on me, is exactly why I need to keep doing it, because it's better the toll comes from me than someone else who doesn't have a choice."

He turns and begins walking away, then pauses, and turns back.

"Do you know what the words 'Memento Mori' mean? They mean, 'Death too, for thee.'  Do you know, between Victivius and I, who chose to name his realm that?  He did.  A little ironic, isn't it?"

He turns and walks away, back the way he came, heading home.