"Hated most of it, truth be told," Fox admits with a lazy roll of his shoulders. It's true that he's never usually this candid with people upon first meeting them, but then again it's also true that he doesn't get out and meet people all that often to begin with. "Regretted it almost as soon as I made the choice. Spent far too long on the wrong side of a pointless war, watching other people make the same mistakes and suffering for them."
But enough about his high horse and the piles of bodies he climbs to get on it.
"Hope your brother found a little more joy in it," he adds belatedly. He assumes, stupidly, that the other man's twin must be an Ancient now as well, though if that were the case, Fox, why would Bart need to ask him about being one? Foot, meet mouth.
Snorting his agreement about his (entirely valid) points - drinking off a goddess, indeed - Fox turns his attention back to the nature of being an Ancient. A more deliberately charming man might have said size matters, but the best he can come up with is, "Anything will work in a pinch. I'd look into cattle, though."
But enough about his high horse and the piles of bodies he climbs to get on it.
"Hope your brother found a little more joy in it," he adds belatedly. He assumes, stupidly, that the other man's twin must be an Ancient now as well, though if that were the case, Fox, why would Bart need to ask him about being one? Foot, meet mouth.
Snorting his agreement about his (entirely valid) points - drinking off a goddess, indeed - Fox turns his attention back to the nature of being an Ancient. A more deliberately charming man might have said size matters, but the best he can come up with is, "Anything will work in a pinch. I'd look into cattle, though."
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
