I. Golems [Haise had made it clear well before the promised day that he wouldn't have a hand in killing the goddesses. And true to his word, he hasn't gone to end Nalanni's life...nor does he intend to go after Ryba. He stays on the beach where those with healing hands and medical knowledge are prepared to receive the injured, assisting as best he can with their work.
While he may not agree with his associates' course of action, it doesn't mean he wishes them harm or any other ill. From time to time he wonders how they are faring - whether Rin's supposition that Nalanni was awaiting death was true after all.
And then he feels it. His senses come roaring back with intense clarity, hearing and smelling his companions around him - and even those a greater distance away. Even the briny spray licking the coastline is sharper on the air. Strength seeps into his muscles, his joints, his bones...
Haise knows, in that instant, that Nalanni's life has been extinguished. That knowledge tightens in his chest like a vice, but he shoves it down. There isn't time, as the shoreline lurches and shudders underfoot, and hulking stone figures come lumbering toward the healers' tents. Gritting his teeth, he collects his sword-like quinque and rushes in their direction.
Let his grief be good for something]
II. Aftermath [Haise has taken on his share of stone monsters today, and when at last the chaos subsides, he sinks down to the sand in exhaustion. His quinque juts out of the sand and his arm's all but hanging from it, maintaining a grip on its hilt. Blood is caked in his hair, trailing sticky red lines down one side of his face. Deep red has seeped into his clothes, torn from the day's combat.
Vaguely, he wonders if ALASTAIR charges for extra uniforms, but it's a fleeting thought as he draws ragged gasps of air. He put everything he could into defending the healers' tents, and his fatigue weighs heavily on him now.
If all that blood is his, he should be far worse off than exhaustion... And some may have seen golems occasion to literally knock him across the shoreline]
III. Funeral [After the battles are over, after ALASTAIR's directive has been completed, Haise joins the Nalawi in mourning their goddess. Although he had only spoken to her for minutes, he'd had the distinct impression that her love for her people outweighed all else. And now, from what he's heard, it seems that wasn't an incorrect assessment.
It seems he may have had more misgivings about Nalanni being sacrificed than she herself did. He isn't sure what to feel about that. The thought settles in his gut with the weight of stone.
After darkness creeps over the horizon, Haise finds a quiet spot near the tide-pools he'd visited while assisting Sieglinde in her lessons for the Nalawi. There he settles on rock still warmed by a day of sun, watching the tiny creatures that inhabit that shallow pocket of water.
Or rather, he's looking in that direction, cheek propped against his fist, but it's clear his thoughts are far away now]
Haise Sasaki | OTA
[Haise had made it clear well before the promised day that he wouldn't have a hand in killing the goddesses. And true to his word, he hasn't gone to end Nalanni's life...nor does he intend to go after Ryba. He stays on the beach where those with healing hands and medical knowledge are prepared to receive the injured, assisting as best he can with their work.
While he may not agree with his associates' course of action, it doesn't mean he wishes them harm or any other ill. From time to time he wonders how they are faring - whether Rin's supposition that Nalanni was awaiting death was true after all.
And then he feels it. His senses come roaring back with intense clarity, hearing and smelling his companions around him - and even those a greater distance away. Even the briny spray licking the coastline is sharper on the air. Strength seeps into his muscles, his joints, his bones...
Haise knows, in that instant, that Nalanni's life has been extinguished. That knowledge tightens in his chest like a vice, but he shoves it down. There isn't time, as the shoreline lurches and shudders underfoot, and hulking stone figures come lumbering toward the healers' tents. Gritting his teeth, he collects his sword-like quinque and rushes in their direction.
Let his grief be good for something]
II. Aftermath
[Haise has taken on his share of stone monsters today, and when at last the chaos subsides, he sinks down to the sand in exhaustion. His quinque juts out of the sand and his arm's all but hanging from it, maintaining a grip on its hilt. Blood is caked in his hair, trailing sticky red lines down one side of his face. Deep red has seeped into his clothes, torn from the day's combat.
Vaguely, he wonders if ALASTAIR charges for extra uniforms, but it's a fleeting thought as he draws ragged gasps of air. He put everything he could into defending the healers' tents, and his fatigue weighs heavily on him now.
If all that blood is his, he should be far worse off than exhaustion... And some may have seen golems occasion to literally knock him across the shoreline]
III. Funeral
[After the battles are over, after ALASTAIR's directive has been completed, Haise joins the Nalawi in mourning their goddess. Although he had only spoken to her for minutes, he'd had the distinct impression that her love for her people outweighed all else. And now, from what he's heard, it seems that wasn't an incorrect assessment.
It seems he may have had more misgivings about Nalanni being sacrificed than she herself did. He isn't sure what to feel about that. The thought settles in his gut with the weight of stone.
After darkness creeps over the horizon, Haise finds a quiet spot near the tide-pools he'd visited while assisting Sieglinde in her lessons for the Nalawi. There he settles on rock still warmed by a day of sun, watching the tiny creatures that inhabit that shallow pocket of water.
Or rather, he's looking in that direction, cheek propped against his fist, but it's clear his thoughts are far away now]