With her abilities greatly hindered, and her belated realization of it, Thorn thought it best to reassure her Paladin. The reassurance would serve as a wellness check at the same time. She hadn't made direct contact with the welder since the events in February, and they'd both admit it was for the best.
When he'd resurrected the child he'd come damn close to burning himself out, and she'd come damn close to letting him do it. She'd known how much he needed that one thing, to at the very least try to bring a child who'd looked somewhat like his own back. To pull an innocent back across the bridge. She'd known how much it would have cost him if he hadn't, and how much it would've broken him had he tried and failed. His Two had heard the stories, had helped nurse him back to health after he'd had his vengeance, but they hadn't know him before.
Hadn't known just what it was he'd lost.
And so it was with no little trepidation, and a great deal of courage, that she knocked on his door and waited.
Dave had been, for quite some time, entirely too powerful, and entirely too far gone to give a fuck about right or wrong. All he'd known had been the need to make every power pay for what had been done to him. Make them scream and writhe before snuffing their existence out like a cap to a candle's flame. Now he was worn and tired for a variety of reasons. And two of those reasons were a matching pair of half blood Ba'atezu who looked altogether too much like the Erinyes they were descended from. Raxa flicked a look at the door and arched a brow, but made no move to answer it after he gestured that he'd get it.
She did however move to a different room, settled herself in a comfortable sprawl across the bed when he mouthed the name of their visitor. The announcement hadn't been necessary really, his attention had been on the door well before the knock had come. Only one person drew Dave's attention that completely, there was only one person whose presence he'd know before she was within sight. And while she enjoyed the game of playful animosity she, her sister, and the woman played, Raxa still held onto a bit more anger than ease where the blonde was concerned.
Young or not, the redneck damn well should have taken Dave's overall condition into consideration before opening herself up to his call and letting the child be resurrected.
When he'd resurrected the child he'd come damn close to burning himself out, and she'd come damn close to letting him do it. She'd known how much he needed that one thing, to at the very least try to bring a child who'd looked somewhat like his own back. To pull an innocent back across the bridge. She'd known how much it would have cost him if he hadn't, and how much it would've broken him had he tried and failed. His Two had heard the stories, had helped nurse him back to health after he'd had his vengeance, but they hadn't know him before.
Hadn't known just what it was he'd lost.
And so it was with no little trepidation, and a great deal of courage, that she knocked on his door and waited.
Dave had been, for quite some time, entirely too powerful, and entirely too far gone to give a fuck about right or wrong. All he'd known had been the need to make every power pay for what had been done to him. Make them scream and writhe before snuffing their existence out like a cap to a candle's flame. Now he was worn and tired for a variety of reasons. And two of those reasons were a matching pair of half blood Ba'atezu who looked altogether too much like the Erinyes they were descended from. Raxa flicked a look at the door and arched a brow, but made no move to answer it after he gestured that he'd get it.
She did however move to a different room, settled herself in a comfortable sprawl across the bed when he mouthed the name of their visitor. The announcement hadn't been necessary really, his attention had been on the door well before the knock had come. Only one person drew Dave's attention that completely, there was only one person whose presence he'd know before she was within sight. And while she enjoyed the game of playful animosity she, her sister, and the woman played, Raxa still held onto a bit more anger than ease where the blonde was concerned.
Young or not, the redneck damn well should have taken Dave's overall condition into consideration before opening herself up to his call and letting the child be resurrected.