[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: Mirkwood Encampment[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"Life is about resolve. Outcome is secondary." - Waka[/i][/color][/center]
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Silence had begun to fill the air around Irime and Kreneas. The magus had placed the cousins in charge of watching over the camp while he went looking for Irime after she had disappeared, doubtlessly upset from remembering the deaths of her comrades. Truth be told, Kreneas felt awkward once he found Irime surrounded by a large Mirkwood tree with large branches as if it was giving the elf a warm embrace. He wasn't good with cheering up the heavy hearted, and Irime's reaction was a test to him. 

The elf approached Irime, and took a seat next to her. [color=silver]"Irime,"[/color] He spoke as Kreneas scratched the back of his head. [color=silver]"I know what you're thinking. That you wished things had been different. That you could change the past."[/color] Kreneas looked up at the starry night sky. [color=silver]"...I think the same, although I try to keep it to myself. There surely must've been something else that we could've done, but... the time is no longer the past. It is the present."[/color]

[color=silver]"You see, in the end, there might've been a chance that we could've saved their lives, but unfortunately, the two of us.. no, all of us, are fighting a war. War claims lives, and we both know that when we had taken the oath, we could die on the battlefield. Our comrades knew the same."[/color] Kreneas turned his gaze from the sky to Irime, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. [color=silver]"But I believe you are forgetting something. We fight or die, yet there is always something we are protecting in the progress. Our homeland, our family and friends. Everything we put into the blade, the bow, or even magic is our love for those and that what we wish to protect."[/color] 

Kreneas stopped speaking for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. The magus had wished that he could resonate his point across to Irime before speaking once more. [color=silver]"What I'm trying to say is... while death affects us, we can't not let it ruin us. We are still alive and hopeful, and we can't be caught in despair when many are depending on us. A comrade's death is a touchy topic to begin with, but as soldiers, we must remain strong for those that believe in us. If we falter before the enemy, we've lost hope. The swelling hope brought upon by our loved ones. We can't give up that hope."[/color]

[@Wick]