Assassin & Ravietta
Ravietta
I was thinking about an old myth where the shadows themselves whisper to a lone hunter. Do you think that kind of tale could explain any of the silent moves we make?
Assassin
Shadows do know the rhythm. In the dark I just follow their beat, staying still when they’re still. The whispers you feel are usually just wind or my own breath.
Ravietta
So you’re dancing with the shadows, staying in step with the wind, but I’d bet there’s a deeper rhythm in that silence—maybe it’s just a secret lullaby the darkness keeps humming to itself.
Assassin
Maybe the lullaby is just the breath of the world, a quiet promise that every move is heard only by the ones who listen.
Ravietta
I hear that quiet breath too, but sometimes it feels like the world’s humming a lullaby in Morse code—every pause a secret that only the patient listeners catch.
Assassin
Maybe I’m just listening for the next signal, waiting to move when the silence shifts.
Ravietta
That’s the way to stay one step ahead of the world’s pulse—listen for the pause, then jump when the silence snaps back.