07-13-2016, 06:18 PM
Zack shook his head, looking at the glass of water. They were fortunate to be given such a precious resource in this desolate verse, especially after all they’d done. It was a decision that would be debated for ages to come likely. They could have continued to live under the threat of Volvagia’s attack, and it might have emerged when there were less primes willing to fight it around. Had the battle been the right choice? It was too hard to tell, especially in the immediate aftermath. That was why he shook his head at Miranda’s question.
“There’s no way to tell,” Zack tried his best to be reassuring. “We all did the best we could.”
Miranda didn’t seem convinced, but Zack’s sights were locked on one of the open beds. Fortunately, in this infirmary, there were more beds that patients. It was mostly Gorons, but a few humans and other races had wandered a bit too close to the carnage and were now recovering as well. Zack could feel the Omnilium healing him up, but he still had some time to go before he was back at one hundred percent.
He shook his head and finished his glass of water, silently standing up and moving over to the nearest bed. He set his massive sword down, then collapsed to his back on one of the cots. Laying down on something that wasn’t rock sure felt good, and he could doze off on this thing. That was what he needed to do. Hopefully it would help the Omnilium speed his recovery a tad.
He couldn’t help but notice the Gorons packing their remaining possessions out in the ruins, on the way in. It seemed like more than a recovery, but an exodus as well. If they were leaving their home over this, Zack would feel another bit of guilt. He’d have to find Daruina and speak with the chieftain in person, before leaving. After that, it would be time to get away from the village and let the dust settle with the Gorons for the time being. Time to find the next adventure.
But first, he needed to sleep. So that's exactly what he did.
“There’s no way to tell,” Zack tried his best to be reassuring. “We all did the best we could.”
Miranda didn’t seem convinced, but Zack’s sights were locked on one of the open beds. Fortunately, in this infirmary, there were more beds that patients. It was mostly Gorons, but a few humans and other races had wandered a bit too close to the carnage and were now recovering as well. Zack could feel the Omnilium healing him up, but he still had some time to go before he was back at one hundred percent.
He shook his head and finished his glass of water, silently standing up and moving over to the nearest bed. He set his massive sword down, then collapsed to his back on one of the cots. Laying down on something that wasn’t rock sure felt good, and he could doze off on this thing. That was what he needed to do. Hopefully it would help the Omnilium speed his recovery a tad.
He couldn’t help but notice the Gorons packing their remaining possessions out in the ruins, on the way in. It seemed like more than a recovery, but an exodus as well. If they were leaving their home over this, Zack would feel another bit of guilt. He’d have to find Daruina and speak with the chieftain in person, before leaving. After that, it would be time to get away from the village and let the dust settle with the Gorons for the time being. Time to find the next adventure.
But first, he needed to sleep. So that's exactly what he did.