089 luca.egil

///C
Luca:
What the...?
Egil:
...
Luca:
Oh, merciful gods...! So you've come for me?
Egil:
...?
Luca:
I wasn't raised on the plains but Mom told me about you... Make it quick...
Egil:
What are you talking about?
Luca:
Aren't you... Death?
Egil:
No, I'm Egil. Who are you? Cough...
Luca:
Uh, Luca.

///B
Egil:
What is this talk about death, anyway, Luca?
Luca:
Ah, it's Kotanese culture is all. My mom was from the plains and passed on her beliefs to me. Anyway, in nomad religion, the god of death has wings. Though it isn't exactly... death. More like just the "end" of things.
Egil:
Ah... I don't believe the west has anything like that.
Luca:
Well, Brauma is the judge of every soul... She is a dragon, and she has wings.
Egil:
Hmm, I suppose so... Cough...
Luca:
Man, my mom and dad would argue all the time over that. They loved each other but, boy they had different beliefs.
Egil:
Sounds like you had an interesting upbringing.
Luca:
I'll say.

///A
Luca:
Egil, I have to ask... Why do you seem so ill? You fight well enough, but should you be out here? ... And I won't catch whatever you have, right?
Egil:
No, I became like this sometime after leaving Vanheim. No one else has become like me, so it is mine to endure. But whatever the case, I cannot stop fighting. I may not be well, but I am the best Vanheim has to offer. And so many of my friends are dead due to the enemy...
Luca:
Right...
Egil:
It is for them, that I fight. But I also am fighting for the safety of my wife. If we fail, she'll be in danger. I can't let that happen.
Luca:
Well well... You sure are an honorable guy.
Egil:
I try anyway. Cough.
Luca:
Well, here, for your health.
Egil:
... What is this?
Luca:
Ancient Kotanese medicine. Should cure any sickness. You're a cool guy, so I'd hate to see you done in by illness.
Egil:
Luca...
Luca:
Don't look at me like that. Looks like you need it more than any of us do...