#// however he'll help rodrick in whatever way he can

[deviatory]

@devilmass cont.

For a moment his breath lingered halfway caught through another sigh. Fixated on the corpse. There were times Malachi could look as if he was a hundred miles away. A gaze that looked although did not truly seem like it saw what was in front of it, but rather appeared to only stare right through. It wasn’t something he had always done, somewhere down the line he simply stopped naturally emoting with his eyes.  It was an eerieness that was easier to get past with his visual impairments. There were little who would question it.

“I offered her my hand.” There was a calmness to his voice as he answered. His head rising to the withering afternoon sun, a soft sheen of sweat dotting his forehead. Then slowly he rose to stand. “I went to find her. I saw her grazing along the road. I thought if I could get close enough to her I could have led her back.” Was he foolish to believe he could. Was he foolish that he could convince her of this facade? He never got that far. “She went over the first fence, she never quite made it to the second.”

“She will be missed.” His head turned slightly, for the first time offering the stranger his mauled visage squinting behind his thin glasses. There was faint sadness in his expression. “The boy’s family may find it difficult to forgive me. I will, however, return the saddle.” There was a weariness, almost reluctance to his words even if they were genuine. He cast his attention back to the motionless creature.

“Do you need any further help?”