Snippet #2381798

Jaxin's eyes were blank, as if they were made of glass. Somewhere, far away, he could hear Faye's voice, calling to him. And yet, there he was still, with the battle cries all around him and the dried blood on his hands, the souls of the innocent slipping right through his fingers.
The lives he had taken.
"Brother." he heard her say again. Faye, he thought, it is only Faye. Slowly, tantalisingly, he detached himself from the massacre and the screams, the pain flowing all around him. Jaxin's eyes became clear with colour again as he blinked at her. It was only for a brief moment, however, before he embraced her in his arms.
"I am so glad you stayed out of this..." he whispered, careful not to press too tightly on her own dark wings. "You are not meant for the sights of death and agony, Faye." Absent-mindedly he noticed the red patches of blood on her dress. "What happened to you, my Sister? Were you...please tell me you were not injured? We must call on Feardia for this. I could heal you myself if the wound is not fatal...come, Sister. Let me see."