the hailstorm
”Mm, I wouldn’t blame you. I think a lot of people are starting to get cabin fever.” Then again they had never suffered a LongNight like this one, what with the destruction of the Palace and half of the city still in chaos. If Neron had wings he’d probably be tempted to do the same. Letting his head loll back against the chair, a faint smirk flickered across his lips.
”No pain at all,” he confirmed, sounding quietly relieved about that. ”I vaguely register heat and cold, but... it’s more of an understanding than a sensation.” Being Ascended was weird, there was no two ways about it. But the longer he was this way, the more he was getting used to it. Enjoying it, even.
Korbin’s question was an interesting one, though not one Neron confessed to have given much thought to. He chewed over the reply, considering life since his fall from Warden and people’s reactions to it. ”I suppose... I just... don’t care?” he offered with an honest ring of bemusement. ”I was brought up to serve a monarchy and to believe that my family was right above all others. I guess it makes other people’s opinions just... easy to ignore?”
”No pain at all,” he confirmed, sounding quietly relieved about that. ”I vaguely register heat and cold, but... it’s more of an understanding than a sensation.” Being Ascended was weird, there was no two ways about it. But the longer he was this way, the more he was getting used to it. Enjoying it, even.
Korbin’s question was an interesting one, though not one Neron confessed to have given much thought to. He chewed over the reply, considering life since his fall from Warden and people’s reactions to it. ”I suppose... I just... don’t care?” he offered with an honest ring of bemusement. ”I was brought up to serve a monarchy and to believe that my family was right above all others. I guess it makes other people’s opinions just... easy to ignore?”
