broken by the back of it
it was hard enough without the loss
hanging on a thread of it
it was hard enough without the cost

Dungeons and Dragons

 Verun, Before

O God, our Radiant Mantle,

with Whom we shall fear not cold, nor hunger,

nor any evil thing that howl and thresh our door,

for You guide us to Your light,

for our suffering is that of Your own,

and Your suffering is that of Our suffering;

Keep us.

 

"Where will you go? When... You're free."

"Death. Death is free."

"Death is free."

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Verun spoke with a dying Beholder, who decidedly had one last fight in its heart.