Homeless, Mun's been looking at this Facility....

[oldstrangersvoice]

Listen, kid. Now I don't mind being here entirely. Nice fine mind you've got, you'll make your city's mancers... or whatever you've been calling them...proud. I'm touched I remind you of another old man you used to know, too.

But that don't mean I'm eager to be shipping off to that place you're so fond of. Give it a think through before you make any...rash decisions. You got two fine gentlemen and that young lady of yours already living in that place, ain't really room for a spare.

Not like I'd fit in, anyhow. That's a place for fighting men. My fighting days are long over.

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[the_survivor]

I suppose you're right, there. There's no shield strong enough, no shore far enough to flee to.

[Gods knows he tried.]

That... is a good way to think of it. A new start. A new place. And if you should call to the old gods, I think they'll be there to listen. They're stern, you know, but they accept all who ask their aid, regardless of creed or nation. Or what hurt they've done.

Gods know they've done some hurt themselves, truth told.

[And on that end, for one as scarred as this? It's as close to an "I understand, and accept" as one will ever hear.]

I do think it's a wise thing, to think of it as a new start. Regardless of circumstance. I'll take what I can get, and count my blessings. As the gods show... there are pleasures to be found bound beneath pain, and hopes to be found even in despair.

[It's hard to remember those lessons, sometimes.]

[oldstrangersvoice]

Yeah... Count those blessings. Sometimes there's more there than you think. [Reminds him of telling the kid to go and hit that switch.. He hadn't realized how much they'd had going out until Zia'd brought the possibility up of just...leaving.]

I know exactly what the gods are.

[there's the old Rucks surfacing again. You can just hear it in his tone. He's weary of those lazy old gods...and it'd take dire straights for him to turn back to 'em.]

[the_survivor]

I don't think either of us truly know the Gods, Rucks. I thought I did, and I was wrong.

But that's not a discussion you and I should have, I think. We're both too set in our ways, there.