I motion to take hold of one of the beast's reigns, before I then heard the most apprehensive, yet resolute of voices calling out to me "Brother..."
They did not say more, but neither was it necessary, as I understood perfectly what is currently in both their minds.
"Are you certain?" I ask and they immediately nod, but I ask again, my tone more grave and demanding, allowing no humour or nonchalance to pass between us now "I do not go to a place where half-hearted resolves survive, are you sure you ready to finally bloody your knuckles my brothers? To strip life from form? To murder and kill?"
"...Yes, brother." They do not immediately answer, but when they do their voices are firm and steadfast, fully showing me that their will was not born of childish ignorance but of utter understanding of what it is they are about to do, and accepting it wholeheartedly, without a trace of hesitation in their emerald green eyes.
