[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/R72PXR0.png[/img][h3][color=92278f][b]Bonesword[/b][/color][/h3][@Lucius Cypher][/center]
Endian. 

Endian coming in with the offer.

The skeleton had three options here, it would seem. Join up with whatever hellbent scheme Helena was plotting, continue living his life of pointless existence fighting for the Machina and receiving the same trash treatment he was before, or he could join up with Endian and face a life of some actual respect. There weren't a ton of options here, and honestly, Helena felt like she couldn't be trusted by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, if this was a video game, Helena would probably be a boss fight if this went south. There was a [i]serious[/i] lack of anything she had beneficial, and Bonesword didn't feel like he wanted any power she could grant with whatever kind of McGuffin she was holding right now.

Maybe he didn't want the war to end, but dammit was he tired of fighting for a nation that hated him. In a way, maybe this was the path he was destined to go on. The path that would take him back down a road of broken dreams, long accepted as impossibilities. Maybe this was the way that he could reunite with his lover and finally retire from fighting.

Maybe this was the right path...

Bonesword put his hand on the hilt of the Shroomblade, and he knelt towards Endian. [color=92278f][b]"Endian, you have my blade."[/b][/color]