LOCKE
He flushes lightly at her praise. He's nothing special. Never has been, never will be. In the end, he's still just being selfish. Deep down he's afraid for his son, for what the world will be like if the old gods manage to erase one group they consider irritating. Will they come for the other? He's not doing this out of selflessness or kindness or even because he thinks it's right. Except it kind of feels right. To him. For him.
"I've never been much of a diplomat or very good with words. I don't know if I could sway anyone. Guess I could just ask 'em about how they feel." He kind of scowls at the thought. He likes talking to people but he's no politician. "Do like a challenge though."
"I've never been much of a diplomat or very good with words. I don't know if I could sway anyone. Guess I could just ask 'em about how they feel." He kind of scowls at the thought. He likes talking to people but he's no politician. "Do like a challenge though."
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
and drown in alcohol
and drown in alcohol
