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Her words were a comfort, for as they left her maw Archibald knew they were true and heartfelt. As little as the queen knew of the Dauntless, she cared for him as she did all she called friend. Archibald knew this of her not because she had told him, but he had seen it. He saw the affection and adoration in her eyes when she spoke about her herd, her followers, her people, her loved ones. He remembered the pained expression that laced across her face for having to fight someone she loved, Aurelia, and he knew it was not because of the blows the fiery pegasus had dealt. It was because as Kahlua danced away from the challenger her heart was breaking into a million tiny, sharp shards that ripped her insides apart. He could not thank her for her condolences, for it would be no match to how true they had been, but he simply nodded and let her touch her muzzle to him.
Kahlua wanted to leave, but for the sake and protection of those she loved. Archibald gave her that dignity and stayed silent, letting his own thoughts roll over in his war-machine of a mind. Archibald sighed again. Loretta looked out at the path before them, but chimed in. We can't stay there. Just like we couldn't live here with the Grey all those years ago. Archibald looked to his companion and nodded, then spoke to his queen, his equal. "I will go north. Ophelia is the Lady of the Basin and her and I have history, we are close friends. They are our strongest alliance. I will seek her counsel. We cannot harbor a traitor, a god who throws herself around with no regard to the horses that follow her. If we must go, we will go as a stronghold family, and we will rule. We cannot become complacent in the face of all this tragedy." Archibald let the woman paint the words' meaning for herself, but his serious expression would hopefully aid what he wanted to convey to her.
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
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