[Well, well.. wasn't that just enough to make him sit up a little straighter, face half-turned to Chishiya to watch the man's face in the low, flickering lights of the tavern.]
You would have to shun all contact to avoid making connections.
[It would be funny, if it wasn't so predictable. Soft hearted and still so young, too young to know how loss grated at your soul, how it beat you down and left you gasping.
Over and over.
Ever loss was a fresh, freely bleeding wound and you learn how to stop, or you were left a bloodless corpse.
Sankta Anastasia was a too literal example of this.]
I am looking out for the good of my people. [All Grisha, even those who fear him. Who would curse his name, or whisper it in the dead of night as if he was still the monster in their fairy tales.] Who are you looking out for, Chishiya?
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You would have to shun all contact to avoid making connections.
[It would be funny, if it wasn't so predictable. Soft hearted and still so young, too young to know how loss grated at your soul, how it beat you down and left you gasping.
Over and over.
Ever loss was a fresh, freely bleeding wound and you learn how to stop, or you were left a bloodless corpse.
Sankta Anastasia was a too literal example of this.]
I am looking out for the good of my people. [All Grisha, even those who fear him. Who would curse his name, or whisper it in the dead of night as if he was still the monster in their fairy tales.] Who are you looking out for, Chishiya?