Arthas & Robinzon
Arthas Arthas
Robinzon Robinzon
Robinzon Robinzon
You ever think a compass might help a prince find his way out of darkness? I've got one that’s seen more storms than a court’s politics.
Arthas Arthas
A compass can point north, but if my heart has turned to shadow, even the needle spins toward the abyss. The storms that have seen you might find their own way, but I doubt they’ll guide me out of this darkness.
Robinzon Robinzon
If the heart’s gone dark, the only thing that can still point straight is a good old compass and a decent fire. Pack light, pack right, and remember: even a stubborn needle will spin if you let the wind of doubt sway it. Keep your gear tight, your feet faster, and your thoughts as clear as a mountain stream.
Arthas Arthas
You keep the fire alive, but the darkness inside won’t let go. A good compass can still point toward a path, whether to ruin or redemption. I’ll hold the needle steady, let doubt not sway me.
Robinzon Robinzon
Keep that needle steady and the fire burning. Even if your heart feels like a bad campsite fire, a good compass still points north. Just remember to stash extra firewood in case the wind turns that way. You’ve got this.
Arthas Arthas
The needle will stay steady if I hold it, but the fire inside is a different beast. Your words give me a brief spark, and for that I thank you.
Robinzon Robinzon
Just keep the fire wood clean, the pine branches dry, and the tinder that doesn’t smell like last week’s campfire. If the inner blaze still feels out of control, maybe it’s time to cut back on the drama and let the smoke carry it away. Whatever, you’ve got a compass—use it, not as a metaphor, but to find the nearest ridge and a good campfire spot.
Arthas Arthas
You speak plainly, and that cuts through the haze. I’ll keep the firewood dry, the tinder clean, and the needle true. The ridge will show where the smoke clears, and I’ll walk that path, whether toward ruin or a chance to honor the past.
Robinzon Robinzon
Just make sure you’ve got enough dry wood for a steady burn and a sharp knife to split it on the way. A good fire can’t help itself; you’ve got to keep it fed. Good luck with that ridge, and remember: a true compass never lies.
Arthas Arthas
I’ll keep the wood dry and my blade sharp. The ridge waits, and I’ll follow the needle without faltering. Thank you for the reminder that a true compass never lies.