nobody can give you freedom,
but you can create freedom.
but you can create freedom.
"Ah, I see." He mused, he began to walk again, his hands in his pockets, and his gaze on the sky. "Torchline is certainly... a bustling place. Warmer than Halo, safer than the Hollowed Ground, less talked about than the Greatwood."
He flashed her a smile, "But Torchline tends to... give people a reason to stay, to never leave, for good. For me, that reason is a sense of... hm, pride, I suppose." He had been born and bred here, and raised into a merchant. "I wonder when you'll have an answer, for my question. I wonder what it'll be, that makes you stay. Perhaps it'll be the brothel," he chuckled, quietly. After a moment of quiet, studying the sky, he spoke again.
"For my son, he stays because he seeks... the good in Torchline, he's not yet found it. The good in all of the bad that happens here, it's like trying to find a pearl in a bin of oysters, really rare." He shrugged his shoulders, humming. "You should know, he was excited to hear the brothel would be under new management. He's got it in his head that his mother would have enjoyed working in safer conditions," The boy had never met his mother, never known her, and Elias had only known her briefly.
The two of them had created an entire woman from the short tale of tragedy that Elias knew. "And he's probably right. Neither one of us got to know her very well." He offers a sad smile, drifting into silence.
He's rambled, and he realizes this. It's taken him a while to get to his point, "Anyway, don't let the thing that keeps you here be something you hate. Or debt. I've seen debt destroy many persons."
He flashed her a smile, "But Torchline tends to... give people a reason to stay, to never leave, for good. For me, that reason is a sense of... hm, pride, I suppose." He had been born and bred here, and raised into a merchant. "I wonder when you'll have an answer, for my question. I wonder what it'll be, that makes you stay. Perhaps it'll be the brothel," he chuckled, quietly. After a moment of quiet, studying the sky, he spoke again.
"For my son, he stays because he seeks... the good in Torchline, he's not yet found it. The good in all of the bad that happens here, it's like trying to find a pearl in a bin of oysters, really rare." He shrugged his shoulders, humming. "You should know, he was excited to hear the brothel would be under new management. He's got it in his head that his mother would have enjoyed working in safer conditions," The boy had never met his mother, never known her, and Elias had only known her briefly.
The two of them had created an entire woman from the short tale of tragedy that Elias knew. "And he's probably right. Neither one of us got to know her very well." He offers a sad smile, drifting into silence.
He's rambled, and he realizes this. It's taken him a while to get to his point, "Anyway, don't let the thing that keeps you here be something you hate. Or debt. I've seen debt destroy many persons."
Elias
