break some bread for all my sins
It is sometimes hard for the black stallion to speak of Desole. His mother had not raised him in the same way that other dams had done with their own children. He had never known the luxury that was childhood. There had never been time to goof around, what with their training, and when there was, it was only because he and Sid Malone had snuck away for the day.
Their time away from the Subway and from the hellhound that was Desole had usually been worth the repercussions that followed. Eventually, Dahmer had grown to appreciate his mother and her way of life. She had not been placed upon their earth to simply stand at Executioner's side. No, she had been his father's Hellhound and right-hand lady until the day the earthquake sank Azza.
He wonders about Imke's childhood as she explains her own mother, and he suspects that she had not grown up surrounded by sunshine and rainbows, either. "From what I gather, many stayed to face the Reckoning. Foolish, I think." He had been foolish at the end of his home world's life, sticking around to see if he could salvage his beloved Subway, to see if any of his dedicated congregation had survived the way the ground beneath them had crumbled. At what expense? He has nothing to show for it now. His stories and memories do not suffice.
Dahmer lets the memories drift away from him as Imke finds it in herself to be a bit more forthright. He chuckles warmly, letting his blue eyes linger on the pink-accented mare before turning his gaze towards the volcano of Tephra in the far distance. His bones ache for the warmth of his new home. "Belch makes it sound so ugly," he muses playfully, "I much prefer to say that it is gifting us with the pleasant stench of sulfur, though only near the base of the volcano."
He's silent for a second, his eyes returning to his newest acquaintance. "As for what else it has to offer... you'd have your own personal cuddle buddy every night. Can't get much better than that, can it?"
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