[That's ... and interesting thought. A dangerous belief to hold, in the face of danger and the Darkling tilts his head. The naive idea of putting good out in to the world, hoping that it will come back to you.
That every good deed you do doesn't end with more death and more despair. As if the hearts of men were ever that just. What had happened every time, was more Grisha burning. It had been the death of his friends. His family. His lovers. Every last one, for centuries.
Shattered at the feet of lesser men, too afraid and too ignorant to even comprehend the kindness they had been shown. Men who kept right on starting wars, who never stopped hunting them like animals and treated them worse.
But once this is over- once the missions are done, and the orb are all together. It won't matter. His one regret cancelled.]
You want. To help. Them.
[He gestures to the camp.] Even if. You stay. Like this?
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That every good deed you do doesn't end with more death and more despair. As if the hearts of men were ever that just. What had happened every time, was more Grisha burning. It had been the death of his friends. His family. His lovers. Every last one, for centuries.
Shattered at the feet of lesser men, too afraid and too ignorant to even comprehend the kindness they had been shown. Men who kept right on starting wars, who never stopped hunting them like animals and treated them worse.
But once this is over- once the missions are done, and the orb are all together. It won't matter. His one regret cancelled.]
You want. To help. Them.
[He gestures to the camp.] Even if. You stay. Like this?