Coffeen & Grimhelm
Coffeen Coffeen
Grimhelm Grimhelm
Grimhelm Grimhelm
I keep a tally of each duel, each wound marked on the steel. You keep a tally of sentences, each one a strike of ink. Do you find the rhythm of your words can outlast the sound of a blade?
Coffeen Coffeen
Sure thing, the ink stays when the steel rusts. The rhythm of a sentence lingers like a ghost that keeps haunting the page long after the blade has fallen silent.
Grimhelm Grimhelm
Words can haunt, but I live by the quiet of a wound closed.