[There's something peaceful about drifting here, looking down on such a wondrous sight. Even having just come through the debris field, the presence of it doesn't change the beauty of the planet. When Kratos had been young, he'd been too focussed on the war, on the ground; it wasn't until he'd become an angel, until he'd needed to spend a century he should not have had, that he had begun to look toward the stars.
[Even after four thousand years and all that he'd done, looking up at the stars is one thing that hadn't changed. Sometimes he'd forgotten to look. Sometimes it had hurt too much to look. But always, always, he'd eventually looked up to the stars, and been comforted by the vastness of the universe beyond.
[Four thousand years isn't so long, when he thinks of it like that. When he thinks of it like that, he feels like he has the strength to live, as Lloyd had asked.
[Something in Skulduggery's mana shifts, and Kratos looks at him with a frown. It isn't a major shift, but he knows the sense of it; the beginnings of mana unravelling, just prior to a final strike which disperses it entire. But nothing has attacked them; what could be causing that?
[With Skulduggery's tap, Kratos sends him acknowledgement, and then sends out his active wings, spreading them in broadening arcs of electrical current. The mana of light is so very clear, out here; so very unobscured by atmosphere, pure in ways Kratos could never have explained to someone who couldn't feel in it a heartbeat. Someone who isn't another angel.
[Kratos reaches for that light and its speed, and borrows the trail blazed by a light-beam headed in the moon's direction. To Skulduggery they seem to simply shift in space, and the planet is abruptly quite some distance further; they, meanwhile, arc gently into the moon's orbit, and around its curvature, to its dark side.
[There, behind the bulk of the moon, is what is unmistakeably a comet -- a large one. Hidden from the sun's heat, its purple tail is short; but it's still present in the gaseous mana-burn maintaining its artificial orbit hidden behind the moon, keeping pace and gently deflecting the gravitational forces native to the solar system. If they had been closer, they might have been able to see the shine of Welgaia's outside boundaries across the comet's surface.
[This time, Kratos's broadcast has words. Derris-Kharlan.]
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[Even after four thousand years and all that he'd done, looking up at the stars is one thing that hadn't changed. Sometimes he'd forgotten to look. Sometimes it had hurt too much to look. But always, always, he'd eventually looked up to the stars, and been comforted by the vastness of the universe beyond.
[Four thousand years isn't so long, when he thinks of it like that. When he thinks of it like that, he feels like he has the strength to live, as Lloyd had asked.
[Something in Skulduggery's mana shifts, and Kratos looks at him with a frown. It isn't a major shift, but he knows the sense of it; the beginnings of mana unravelling, just prior to a final strike which disperses it entire. But nothing has attacked them; what could be causing that?
[With Skulduggery's tap, Kratos sends him acknowledgement, and then sends out his active wings, spreading them in broadening arcs of electrical current. The mana of light is so very clear, out here; so very unobscured by atmosphere, pure in ways Kratos could never have explained to someone who couldn't feel in it a heartbeat. Someone who isn't another angel.
[Kratos reaches for that light and its speed, and borrows the trail blazed by a light-beam headed in the moon's direction. To Skulduggery they seem to simply shift in space, and the planet is abruptly quite some distance further; they, meanwhile, arc gently into the moon's orbit, and around its curvature, to its dark side.
[There, behind the bulk of the moon, is what is unmistakeably a comet -- a large one. Hidden from the sun's heat, its purple tail is short; but it's still present in the gaseous mana-burn maintaining its artificial orbit hidden behind the moon, keeping pace and gently deflecting the gravitational forces native to the solar system. If they had been closer, they might have been able to see the shine of Welgaia's outside boundaries across the comet's surface.
[This time, Kratos's broadcast has words. Derris-Kharlan.]