remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Quick and casual surveys of his warriors skirmishing below ensured everything was well; not too rowdy, and certainly disciplined. It gave him a moment of clarity, to breathe too, before turning his attention back to the matters at hand – ignoring the glare – restlessly toying with the rocks again. “Weak. Ineffectual. Could not do much to help my friends.” Caught between earnestly wanting to assist in matters of danger, but finding himself so inept, so tired, so drained, that it was a wonder he’d survived the multitudes of experiences at all. From LongNights, caverns wrought with perils, to Spires crawling with infestations of poison, toxins, and being incapable of doing much at all – to where he was now. A thousand journeys, perhaps, stark and unobliging; mentorships of tragedy, determination, and fortitude. Something every land he’d traversed upon seemed to have in common.
But it was what they did with the knowledge that mattered. He turned his gaze back upon her, purposeful and impish, the slight half-grin forming in the corner of his mouth once more, varnishing away the scarring of the past. “Which is why I train, and push others to do the same.”
out for vengeance
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