I was a forescout [ a ranger, tbh ] before. If you think you could use skills like mine in the future, we could discuss that.
[ Like sneaking out into the Beyond, which he feels IMMEDIATELY compelled to do. He wants to live out there, more than he wants to be in any city, ever. ]
I suppose we must choose a side, if we wish to have any say in how we're used.
[ Having learned from a very young age that he was a weapon, it went without saying that his entire Self Image was a little fucked up. He's overheard a few people proclaiming that the entire premise of Kenos's native war was senseless, drivel designed to abuse the Shardbearers — or worse, that they thought it all did not matter because everyone was lying and hiding something.
Obviously so, but the fact remained: one could not change the world by sitting around questioning things and not acting upon them, and one could not survive the world by acting upon things without questioning them. His hands are callused, aged and roughened by swordsmanship and bowstrings and acid and burns and scars, but they flex strongly and with painstaking fluidity as he calmly shakes Tezca's hand. ]
— I think what matters most, is leaving yourself room to change and grow. A few days ago, I would have come down on the side of Meridian.
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[ Like sneaking out into the Beyond, which he feels IMMEDIATELY compelled to do. He wants to live out there, more than he wants to be in any city, ever. ]
I suppose we must choose a side, if we wish to have any say in how we're used.
[ Having learned from a very young age that he was a weapon, it went without saying that his entire Self Image was a little fucked up. He's overheard a few people proclaiming that the entire premise of Kenos's native war was senseless, drivel designed to abuse the Shardbearers — or worse, that they thought it all did not matter because everyone was lying and hiding something.
Obviously so, but the fact remained: one could not change the world by sitting around questioning things and not acting upon them, and one could not survive the world by acting upon things without questioning them. His hands are callused, aged and roughened by swordsmanship and bowstrings and acid and burns and scars, but they flex strongly and with painstaking fluidity as he calmly shakes Tezca's hand. ]
— I think what matters most, is leaving yourself room to change and grow. A few days ago, I would have come down on the side of Meridian.