[Flins leans on the railing, a hand going up to stroke at Husk's cheek in thought. Husk liked to speak about doing what had to be done, but was that not an option in itself? It would be so very easy to not step up to the plate. No one would've thought less of him for refusing to grant Alastor mercy...]
You simply hold yourself to a higher standard than you think. There is a noble heart underneath all that fur, one that refuses to be tainted with the same darkness that Alastor has bathed in.
Is mercy not a good deed in itself?
[He smiles and closes his eyes, leaning into the way Husk cups his cheek. It's soon joined by the cat pressing himself to his body, and those arms instinctively reach around to pull him closer.]
This has always been your sanctuary. It's old, broken in places, and cold. But it's yours.
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Date: 2025-12-27 09:35 pm (UTC)[Flins leans on the railing, a hand going up to stroke at Husk's cheek in thought. Husk liked to speak about doing what had to be done, but was that not an option in itself? It would be so very easy to not step up to the plate. No one would've thought less of him for refusing to grant Alastor mercy...]
You simply hold yourself to a higher standard than you think. There is a noble heart underneath all that fur, one that refuses to be tainted with the same darkness that Alastor has bathed in.
Is mercy not a good deed in itself?
[He smiles and closes his eyes, leaning into the way Husk cups his cheek. It's soon joined by the cat pressing himself to his body, and those arms instinctively reach around to pull him closer.]
This has always been your sanctuary. It's old, broken in places, and cold. But it's yours.
[Is he talking about the lighthouse, or himself?]