[ Gabranth is rather suprised someone thinks he's earned anything other than the pointy end of a sword. Especially since he himself may or may not believe it as well. It is... almost disconcerting to hear someone speak of Landis so casually. It seems that even nineteen years has yet to soften the blow. But it is a pain he knows will fade in time. ]
Untethered, but–all willing–not adrift.
[ The smile is even more off-putting, and Gabranth feels terribly out of depth. Hatred he can revel in, so long as it forces such feelings away from Lord Larsa. Disgust and deprecation he can bear; they are familiar bedfellows. But this absent malice, this goodwill, is foreign to him.
And there is still a small part of him that desperately wants it. ]
As should you, Marquis. [ a pause ] May things go well with you.
Neat. I'm still not sure yet what I'm looking for.
Especially since he himself may or may not believe it as well.It is... almost disconcerting to hear someone speak of Landis so casually. It seems that even nineteen years has yet to soften the blow. But it is a pain he knows will fade in time. ]Untethered, but–all willing–not adrift.
[ The smile is even more off-putting, and Gabranth feels terribly out of depth. Hatred he can revel in, so long as it forces such feelings away from Lord Larsa. Disgust and deprecation he can bear; they are familiar bedfellows. But this absent malice, this goodwill, is foreign to him.
And there is still a small part of him that desperately wants it. ]
As should you, Marquis. [ a pause ] May things go well with you.