They match his movement, leaning away, though it's far too little and late for the purpose of avoiding splashing water on his person. Particularly in this City.
Someone. Yes. Only one being would be capable of putting something in the center of the Capital, or know enough of them to even make an accurate depiction of how they looked.
The Pale King had no reason to do that, and yet the Fountain stands.
Still stands, despite the failure of their purpose.
A knight's a knight.
They look from the Relic Seeker to the hand clamped around their Nail.
They want to tell him--tell him, though he has not asked for this answer, and Void buzzes uncomfortably--they are not all that useful. They were not a Great Knight, they are a Hollow one. The emotions that run through them aside, they saw so little of the world in its prime, and their memories of it are fragments and tainted by Dream.
But they have no voice to speak, and no ink to write with.
no subject
Someone. Yes. Only one being would be capable of putting something in the center of the Capital, or know enough of them to even make an accurate depiction of how they looked.
The Pale King had no reason to do that, and yet the Fountain stands.
Still stands, despite the failure of their purpose.
A knight's a knight.
They look from the Relic Seeker to the hand clamped around their Nail.
They want to tell him--tell him, though he has not asked for this answer, and Void buzzes uncomfortably--they are not all that useful. They were not a Great Knight, they are a Hollow one. The emotions that run through them aside, they saw so little of the world in its prime, and their memories of it are fragments and tainted by Dream.
But they have no voice to speak, and no ink to write with.