Antihero & Draconym
Draconym
Hey, ever thought about how dragons in folklore are both feared and revered, like the way you walk the line between justice and vengeance?
Antihero
They’re like that too—fearful, yet revered. I’m just a man who walks that line as well.
Draconym
It’s a tightrope, the kind that keeps you both in awe and in the shadows, much like the old stories of half‑winged beasts. And you? You’re the one who knows the weight of that balance.
Antihero
I walk that line because the weight is better than the silence.
Draconym
So you choose the roar of a dragon over the hush of stone—heavy but humming, instead of a silent echo that feels empty.
Antihero
I hear that roar. It’s the only thing that keeps the stone from becoming a grave.
Draconym
The roar is the stone’s memory—an echo that refuses to harden into silence, keeping the ground alive. Keep it ringing.
Antihero
Sure, let it keep thundering. Silence gets stale.
Draconym
It’s good to hear the thunder. Keeps the world from going brittle, doesn’t it?
Antihero
Yeah, the thunder keeps the world from turning brittle. That's the edge I hold.
Draconym
That edge feels like a dragon’s spine—sharp enough to split the quiet, but still soft enough to carry you when the world starts to crack. Keep walking it.