Ezra gave her a look of sympathy. As much as he would like to spare her the gruesome details, he thought how the knowledge could be vital to the both of them should they come across them. It was better to be prepared than in the dark, something he learned rather quickly.
The event was even more difficult for him to bring up. The tension in his shoulders, the way he tightly clasped his hands together in a mess of claws in his lap was a sign. "I didn't see the rift you mentioned, only the creatures themselves." And thank the gods he hadn't seen whatever place they managed to crawl out of. "They were my comrades. Those we had buried when lost to us." His words came out in a hush tone, his voice tight. A hollow laugh escaped him, a hand coming slow to rub the side of his face. "They had been buried for some time. Their clothes had almost fully decayed but their bodies... it was almost as if nothing tragic had happened to them..."
He clearly remembered how they died. A hunt gone astray. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. "Their memories seemed fragmented. They remembered some things not all." But he saw their recognition of him immediately... He was frozen in place at the sight of them, overwhelmed by the state of things.
Fear, sadness washed over his features. "I don't know what happened to them. My father took over from there. But I have seen others of the risen, their bodies completely decayed along with their minds and they were horrors I would never wish upon anyone to see."
The event was even more difficult for him to bring up. The tension in his shoulders, the way he tightly clasped his hands together in a mess of claws in his lap was a sign. "I didn't see the rift you mentioned, only the creatures themselves." And thank the gods he hadn't seen whatever place they managed to crawl out of. "They were my comrades. Those we had buried when lost to us." His words came out in a hush tone, his voice tight. A hollow laugh escaped him, a hand coming slow to rub the side of his face. "They had been buried for some time. Their clothes had almost fully decayed but their bodies... it was almost as if nothing tragic had happened to them..."
He clearly remembered how they died. A hunt gone astray. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. "Their memories seemed fragmented. They remembered some things not all." But he saw their recognition of him immediately... He was frozen in place at the sight of them, overwhelmed by the state of things.
Fear, sadness washed over his features. "I don't know what happened to them. My father took over from there. But I have seen others of the risen, their bodies completely decayed along with their minds and they were horrors I would never wish upon anyone to see."