Summary: Part two of three, Ike, Soren; together they will push the boundaries of impossible.
Warnings: Slight IkexSoren. Spoilers for Ike and Soren's endings if they have an A-support at the end of the game.
Let's See How Far We Go
"Ike," Soren called to his companion. The now greying swordsman glanced back at the mage, and then eased back so that the two were walking next to each other. When they were side-by-side, red eyes looking into blue, Soren continued, "how long are we going to travel like this?"
Ike blinked, and then laughed. "Do you even have to ask, Soren?" When the mage continued staring at him, the seventy-eight-year-old man sighed, and asked, "why are you asking that now, Soren?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the Branded mage demanded, red eyes flashing with suppressed anger. "You're growing old, Ike. Your reflexes are slowing and your strength is dwindling. We could settle down for the rest of your life, stop wandering and fighting bandits, and you can have some peace and quiet," the dark mage offered.
The Hero of Crimea examined his long-time friend carefully before sighing and explaining, "Soren, I understand your concern, and I really want you to know how grateful I am that you worry about me. But fighting is in my blood. I'm tired of 'save the world' fighting, I have been since Ashera, but that doesn't mean that I want to stop fighting." Pausing to glance at his companion again, Ike continued, "I don't want to settle down and die peacefully, to tell the truth. I want to die fighting, and the only people I want near me are my enemies and you."
Soren stared, amazed, before covering it up with his usual non-expression. "Very well, Ike; we shall continue on, until your last."
It went unsaid that Soren would have followed Ike even if Ike hadn't wanted him to, just as it went unsaid that Ike would have dragged Soren with him if Soren hadn't wanted to go with him.
"All right, then; let's see where this road takes us."
