blastedbackbone:

hanakotobawakodoku:

hanakotobawakodoku:

“Oh, aye. We do.” Eric summoned his scythe with a sweep of his arm and broke into a horrible grin. His grip tightened on the handle. “If it’s me ‘r ye, kid, yer the one tha’s no’ gonna make it tae tomorrow!" 

“An’ wha’ kind o’ opportunity d’ye mean, exactly?”

Ezra paused for a moment, his expression falling blank.

“… The opportunity to fight the way I want to — live the way I want to — die the way I want to.”

“Die the way ye want tae?” Humans were so strange. No matter how hard he tried, sometimes he just couldn’t understand them. Eric arched a brow. “An’ wha’ way is tha’?”