by ~JOJO ~ » Thu Mar 26, 2020 1:27 pm
Avalon sat with the thought for a second,she knew life and death were tricky things for people to deal with. However, shed been born in war ,and she’d probably die in war. Time and time again she chose to be a solider over a princess. War is a place of death , a place where rules didn’t exist and things aren’t meant to be pretty and polished. If seeing the walking dead was enough to shake people she could only imagine how they would feel see their loved ones burned to a crisp so brutally that there was no body left to revive. Avalon was raised to believe that dying on the battlefield was a prestigious way to die if you are aiding your kingdom. She came to conclusion- something she already knew : people feared what they do not understand. War ,necromancy and death are definitely all things people tend to keep at a distance if they can , but at what cost.
Is that morbid to think? People die but as a soldier if they could still serve the kingdom-even for a little while longer- they should be proud?
Avalon picked at the back of her gloves again,deciding to keep her thoughts to herself or how to phrase them differently and let Damen assume how she felt for the moment.
”Death is an occupational hazard. Nothing that follows-whether it be necromancy or otherwise- is going to be pretty. I think those who are bothered by the walking dead are looking for a scape goat to point their anger of losing their loved one. Death happens on the battlefield, you are serving your kingdom just as they were.” she said solemnly as he walked away . She glanced at Julia and then up at the sky again.