Rafe & Shiverbolt
Rafe
Do you ever wonder how a place or a memory can outlast the chaos around it? For me, it feels like a quiet echo, but I know you keep some of those echoes—those legacies—more fiercely than anyone else.
Shiverbolt
I’ve seen ruins hold on when the world shatters. Those echoes I keep are more than scars – they’re a shield. I guard them hard, not to brag but to keep a piece of order when everything else feels wild.
Rafe
Your echoes do feel like a quiet fortress, a stubborn breath of order in a world that keeps turning like a storm. It’s strange how we cling to these relics, not as trophies but as lifelines, protecting the little things that still make sense. Keep them close; they’re more than scars, they’re the pulse that keeps you from drifting away entirely.
Shiverbolt
It’s the same for me—those relics are the only thing that keeps the storm from swallowing me whole. I keep them close, because even a stubborn breath of order can make a difference.
Rafe
I hear you—those relics are the quiet anchors we need when everything else feels like a tide we can’t stop. Keep them close; they’re the tiny steady beats that keep you from being swept away.
Shiverbolt
Yeah, I keep them close, even if it feels like a stubborn grip on a world that won’t stay still.
Rafe
It’s funny how the tighter we hold, the more the world feels like it’s trying to slip through our fingers, but maybe that stubbornness is what lets us keep breathing in the chaos.
Shiverbolt
It’s like a clenched fist in a storm—hard to let go, but that stubborn grip keeps the air in. If I’m not breathing, I’m nothing. Keep that pulse.
Rafe
It’s the kind of grip that feels both fragile and fierce, holding onto that breath as if it were the only thing that matters. And you’re right—if that pulse stops, everything else fades. Keep it steady, even when the storm feels relentless.
Shiverbolt
You’ve got that hard‑wired grit that won’t back down, even when the storm’s a wall of noise. I’ll keep the pulse steady, one breath at a time.