⠀ ⠀𝓲t’𝔰⠀⠀૭ᵘᵃʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵉᵈ⠀⠀𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 ⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀𝓭𝔢ѵ𝚘υ𝔯s⠀⠀𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢. ⠀

❛❛ Must you act so 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩.ᐣ ❞ He hisses. ❛❛ In any case, I beg that you abstain from touching on my failure any further. ❞ Air rushes from his nose, two eyes directed to the ground as thoughts momentarily trail elsewhere. Narinder shakes his head. Kindness is naught more than a facade; an act used

❛❛ The behalf of others. ❞ The endmost word slowly trickles from Narinder's lips, gaze momentarily averted to view surrounding cultists. It remains inane; the mere idea they are his equals. ❛❛ They mean far too much to you. Besides, a fleeting fright won't slay them. ❞

Once an outcast, always an outcast. He seeks to take it in pride, somewhat. After all, there's few among the land that can evoke such hellish intimidation as a former Bishop. It's not quite his fault though, is it.ᐣ As much as he embraces it, most instinctually cower in his company regardless.

Is the maintenance of his ferocious character a positive quality.ᐣ Is the unsettling tension provided to the air through his mere presence long following his reign a favorable attribute.ᐣ In truth, he knows naught.

ㅤ ㅤㅤdon't look up to me — ㅤㅤi'm not as tall as you think .ᐟ ㅤ