Kaathe's eyes opened. Slowly, but surely. It was a routine to keep any source of light from blinding him. He raised himself slowly, but maintained his routine until his eyes had adjusted to the point of relative comfort. The dark elf then proceeded to get dressed, grab his weapons, and walk outside into the morning's chilling breeze. Kaathe found a small, empty and secluded spot for himself, and leaned on the wall there. He was thinking to himself.
He had just awoken from a rather lengthy dream, but despite waiting long enough for other dreams to fade away, this one stuck fast, and kept his attention. There were many things that were strange, but there were two that stuck out the most. One was his feelings for Cythlla, and the other was that final battle. Though most would deny it, he found a small connection between the two of those events.
Before, he could care less about anyone's well being, and just went about his own. Now, he wanted to help protect Cythlla when she needed it. The battle, showed him just how weak he was beginning to get. His crossbow bolts were nonchalantly brushed aside when he shot them at those people, and everyone else was able to do much more than he.
"Seems as if my time here is running out...I knew it would come eventually, but I didn't think that I'd die to some creature with power and a strange mind. I suppose it doesn't matter. My crossbow is ineffective, and my spear will most likely be as well. I doubt any water plentiful enough would be around either. Next they show, I may just wind up dead."
There is one last trick up my sleeve, though.
Kaathe blinked for a moment, and then furled his brow. Had he just thought something that seemed a bit strange to him.
"What nonsense" muttered Kaathe. "I'm becoming delusional."
Or, maybe I'm returning to my old ways. I am a dark elf, after all.
"It doesn't matter what I am. Insanity is its own beast. I'd rather not allow it to overcome me."
...Still, if there's a beast that would, I could always summon a beast of my own.
Kaathe thought more on it for a moment.
"No. It's foolish"
It's the only way to keep up.
"The other Knights would hate me for it. It goes against everything they truly stand for."
Then a thought occurred to him. One that he honestly was not expecting from himself. One that he should have, but for some reason, did not.
...Since when did I care?
