The Fisher and The Fighter

In Another Life

Ingressus set out to do one thing, and one thing only - return to rebuild. It has cost him too much. In a quiet moment alone, the feels start to set in and guilt starts to weigh him down. He must find where this stems from in order to shift it.

It all stems back to one person...

Author's note: For the love of god DO NOT read any further if you didn't read SoW script for S2 and S3 because I have taken one of the greatest plot twists I have ever read and thrown it into my own words. Like, heck, I never saw this coming

This is based off of what Ingressus tells Senn and the flashback we read at the very end (yes, I mean read)

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It's been days – I should not be feeling like this. This is everything I could have wanted. I have returned exactly as I said I would. I have found myself in a far stronger position than during the Great War and I have plan over plan on retaking the Prime Songs, yet I do not feel triumphant in my actions.

Something is clawing away at me – something I cannot share with my clan, for they would call into question my position as Voltaris leader, and now is not the time for faltering. We are on the brink of a Second Great War and yet, I must focus. But how can I when I cannot shift this feeling...

This feeling of...

Of guilt?

Where has this guilt come from?

I have everything I need to continue pushing forward.

My name... Deathsinger...

That is not my name. I do not kill unless I must. Achillean was a must. I had to kill him...

I had to...

Just because I had to, doesn't mean I wanted to.

Achillean... Achillean Nestoris...

He just couldn't keep away from me. He just couldn't keep to his fishing. He had to interfere.

Sometimes I wish that he had just left me washed up on the Nestorian shore to be killed by some other Ardoni who would take matters into their own hands, destroying Voltaris everywhere they go. After all, they are the ones who should be labelled 'Deathsingers'...

I barely escaped with my life and yet, it was Achillean who saved me from impending death. Master Aegus Nestoris saved me from further trauma, and I had been given a second chance.

At least, I had at first.

Growing up having to hide my true identity, I was left with little to nothing to my name, but Achillean was there. He was always there. I wanted him there. For me. It was selfish, but given the circumstances, it was least I could ask for.

I could see that he was tentative at first. Who'd have thought it? The great Tidesinger, nervous of a young Voltaris. Of course, he wasn't the Tidesinger back then, but after what I had learned about the other four Ardoni clans, he was right to be nervous, even if I saw it as wrong.

That's why I'm here now – to fight for my clan. I don't need to rule anything or anyone. Just my clan. But first, I needed to take back what was rightfully ours and get revenge for everything they did to us.

I just needed to blend into the Nestoris crowd and Achillean was my way forward. I...also needed a friend. A brother.

What was the conversation starter? Yes... Fishing. I remember...

I remember the day I caught my first fish. I remember it so well – the look on Achillean's face. It was the first time anyone of another clan had looked upon me with such pride and it caught me off-guard. We bonded and I...felt at home. In Nestoria.