Origins One-shots

a life, a death [rewritten]

Cal gripped his arms tighter. It was cold, within and without him. Tears fell. He let them. He was shaking, crying, breaking at the seams, and then the words fell out. They did not slip like graceful poetry, nor drop to the earth with weight in every solemn letter. After hearing Xylo's rightful anger, he gathered himself and Xylo asked him and
they
fell.

Stumbling through the afterthoughts he gave an empty excuse and guilt wrapped tighter than a snake around his lungs. Xylo was mad. He had every right to be. Cal could only defend himself with what he had, and-

Inpu?

Cal remarked with the grim aftertaste of a memory. Not a good one.
He shivered, lines blurring as Set's words echoed and rang. One death for one life, is anything "fair" in this broken world? No, but now blood is on your hands and your tormenter knows how to break you.

It's not important.
There are too many things to focus on and don't let him break you again.