We can agree on that at least.

{ the thought of seeing centuries within abraxas is strange, but his face remains neutral. it's the lack of familiarity. he's not searching for commonalities, although those tend to help out. it's that he is attempting to find a way to fit into what he was dragged into. if solvunn is to be his faction, then he'll make sure it is safe for him as much as possible. it means accepting co-existence on some level. they are equally stuck within the same borders after all. he does consider that not everyone made it back, or what happens to folks that defy.

he isn’t for restrictions, but it's best to find bits of information on the low. he had a whole system back home, connections. he has nothing now. }

Not everyone made it back. A woman from Solvunn. Morgana. She'd been magic touched. There are forces beyond even immortality. Our choices might not matter, but I’ll still fight for mine. Picky or clever, you might want to take a gander and decide.

{ there’s always room to build a stronghold, and louis is aiming to discover what might be possible. he’d been nothing in the pit - they were all made to suffer regardless of who they were. it could happen again. the instability underneath itching at every turn he took isn’t what he’s eager to revisit.

the constant hunger.

he’s making it clear in his stillness, that he can be ambitious if he must. }