Dolce

"Rather dramatic if you ask me..." Archebold remarked about the title of his race in this new world, laughing with a shrug. "Perhaps it is why I prefer it. Has a much better ring to it than, Bloodfiends. No wonder others cowered in fear at the mere mention of our names. It was designed to intimidate. Ascended, now that sounds...regal almost. As if you're in the presence of a chosen one. Though heroics were never really my forte." The ascended continued rather candidly. "You're told long enough you're the villain you begin to believe it. I'd like to think to some extent I played the role that was given me, but still possessed enough freedom to forge my own path. I'm not the easiest person to warm up to and partially that is by design. It was just easier to not toe the line of relationships of any value in such an oppressive society as Northwind. Taken here, no matter the reason...can be a good thing...I hope it can be. Though some prejudices travel beyond worlds and will never cease to exist no matter what attempts are made to quell them." At the sight of Remi 's smile Archebold grinned. "That's more like it...a smile to light this manor in a single flicker." He would continue to watch Remi eat, assuring himself the young man was certainly enjoying the meal. "There is some irony leaving one imprisoned society for another though isn't there? How could you not just laugh at the coincidence...walls were made to be broken though. Patience is needed, like with most things. Patience is key." archebold Death is not a defeat. It is a cure.