Arthur is separated from his men and meets a friendly beast. It’s so trusting that he doesn’t have the heart to kill it. /o/
how many times have I flown these skies?
how many times have I loved you?
(Thanks to LMC for reminding me of the eternal pain that is Sky Crawlers, this is for you.)
What is left, if even faith can die? Nameless asked.
New life, replied the Scientist.