The Garden Within the Wasteland

Uneasy Unity

We often curse what we have, what we are given, then lament it once it disappears. Voiceless declarations of hate, or grunts of frustration were constantly exchanged between Brush and Ereo, for the sun was a reminder of the earth's wrath, yet as the shadow of the metal beast grew, the light they held such heated wrath for, left nothing but the echoes of a once warm embrace, and a new warm, disgusted feeling itched at their throats and held their stomachs.

"All of those are bodies"

Ereo muttered to himself, his once proud and mighty steps became more delicate and quieter, landing on his toes first and not bothering to plant the rest of his foot before moving.

"The bodies of the weak"

Replied brush before thought reached him, he still seemed as he was, merely silent.

None of them spoke a word, not until the legs of the Enkidu became present, and the gate within one of its bases revealed themselves in-between the dust. At such a sight Ereo began to hurry, and only stopped once his feet had reached the cold, yet clean, interior of the Enkidu, glancing back at brush with a huff in his mask.

Brush took a moment before mimicking Ereo's speed

They both stood on opposites sides of the wall in the beast's leg

"it's bigger than it looks"
murmured Brush, he leaned back against the wall, his body nearly blending in with the still metal patterns of squares that culminated to form the interior

"Its creator must take a great sum of pride in it"

Replied Ereo in a boast, he threw his back against the wall forcing it to hold him up as he caught his breath

"And we're about to...destroy the creators work?"

Brush nodded in a curved manner of speech, preparing to end his sentence at the soonest interruption

"Feeling sympathy for your cousin, are you?"

"Sure, my cousin is the big metal boar, like your father is the deer"

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

Ereo spat back as he propped himself up

"I-I was just joking!'

"He is not my father, merely the man who raised me, I'm the child of no family."

Brush remained silent before moving his head to gesture Ereo towards a rope leading upwards, brush took a few steps of various volumes and pressure before grabbing the rope, holding it to tightly to move at first, before adapting and dragging himself up

Ereo had kept him self at the base of the rope, reaching out after brush had confirmed his landing with a thud, he encircled his hands around the rope before trying to drag him self upwards, his hand slipping before landing down wards again

"Ya good Ereo?"

Brush kneeled down and peered down at Ereo under him

"You seem to have weakened the rope with your devil-powered hands"

Brush wilted at the comment before reaching down his hand

"Need a lift?"

"No"

Ereo bristled back, before attempting again and falling again, this time his foot thudded more aggressively against the floor

"When has the first few attempts ever perfected anything?"

Ereo explained him self in-between scoffs, a scoff that indicated his annoyance, and another that brought forth his second attempt

"How many more attempts you need? Do I get comfortable up here?"