Grafon & Vorthal
Grafon
Vorthal, ever think a wall that never gets painted still feels the sun? I see color as a shout against your iron silence, and you—iron shield—maybe you’re the toughest critic a wall can get.
Vorthal
The sun’s rays hit everything. A wall doesn’t care if you paint it or not, it just stands. I’m not a critic, I’m a guard. If color is a shout, then I’m the one keeping it from reaching the things I must protect.
Grafon
So you guard the light, but it always finds cracks to crawl through. Just keep watching, and maybe the walls will start shouting back.
Vorthal
I keep an eye on every crack, every shift of light. If it pushes, the walls will have to answer. I’ll make sure they never let the glare slip past.
Grafon
I see your guard as a stubborn fence, but even the toughest walls get a little paint when the sun’s angle shifts. Keep an eye on it, just don’t forget the cracks are the real artists.
Vorthal
I’ll keep my gaze sharp; the cracks will show their work before the sun even paints the wall. Don't think that softness will break me.
Grafon
You keep the gaze tight, I keep the paint loose—both of us standing on opposite sides of the same wall. The cracks still whisper, and maybe that’s the only thing the sun can’t ignore.
Vorthal
I’ll keep my watch, paint may swirl but the cracks will not hide from me. Even a whisper can’t outpace my vigilance.
Grafon
Your watch’s a hard wall, but I’m the paint that slips through cracks you can’t see. The whisper’s always there, even if you think it’s a trick.
Vorthal
I’ll keep my eyes on every crack, paint may slip but I’ll catch it. If the whisper’s a trick, I’ll still hear it and stop it.
Grafon
You watch, I paint, the cracks are quiet rebels, and even the hardest watch can’t silence their whispers.