Bk 2: Chapter two (17)

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Walter looked back at a stoic Commander Gallion and his soldiers and sighed. These five had come out of the Emperor’s shed quite dark. He himself had walked that road and even farther than they had, yet they seemed darker than him. Their stern faces gave off a dark aura to those who gave way as they rode pass. It did not help that they were dressed like death gods, covered from nose down in all black either. Seeing them change so much made him wonder if he changed at all. He still felt like himself. The occasional nightmares were normal; still, he did not feel he was much different. This made him wonder what that meant. Was he dark in mind all along? D’huile was his usual self. He followed behind Walter barely saying a word.

“Are you not curious where we are going?” he asked him.

“I know where.” D’huile answered.

“I instead, am the one without a clear understanding.” Walter commented.