You have certainly earned the right to call me by name. Do not doubt that. [It's a tired smile that meets Nyx's teary gaze. Regis wonders for a moment if his own eyes are so red, but doesn't linger on the thought when there are more important to focus on.]
I am not certain if you are missing the point out of sheer stubbornness, my dear Glaive, or if you are truly unable to see your own value. With death so certain, do most stand up and continue to fight? Do most open themselves up to more pain or do most lay down and wait for the end to come? [It didn't matter that Nyx wouldn't have survived the night. It didn't matter that fear and a need for vengeance were what swirled in his heart and pushed him forward. What mattered was that he had moved forward. He'd taken what was left of his life--no matter how little that might have been--and done something with it instead of just giving up.]
Do you really believe there was no fear or anger in my heart when I turned from you to face Glauca? If so, let me correct you. I was angry. Enraged even. I wanted to rip him apart for hurting so many others just to hurt me. I wanted to curse him for thinking that anything the Empire offered would ever fill the emptiness his lost left in his heart. Even beyond that, I was angry at my own weakness. For not seeing his betrayal before it came to a head. For not being strong enough to stop him when it was my actions that created him.
[Regis closes his eyes for a moment then, shaking his head.]
Let those who survived the Fall call our sacrifices what they must, but we know what they really were and the far too human emotions that drove them.
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[It's a tired smile that meets Nyx's teary gaze. Regis wonders for a moment if his own eyes are so red, but doesn't linger on the thought when there are more important to focus on.]
I am not certain if you are missing the point out of sheer stubbornness, my dear Glaive, or if you are truly unable to see your own value. With death so certain, do most stand up and continue to fight? Do most open themselves up to more pain or do most lay down and wait for the end to come?
[It didn't matter that Nyx wouldn't have survived the night. It didn't matter that fear and a need for vengeance were what swirled in his heart and pushed him forward. What mattered was that he had moved forward. He'd taken what was left of his life--no matter how little that might have been--and done something with it instead of just giving up.]
Do you really believe there was no fear or anger in my heart when I turned from you to face Glauca? If so, let me correct you. I was angry. Enraged even. I wanted to rip him apart for hurting so many others just to hurt me. I wanted to curse him for thinking that anything the Empire offered would ever fill the emptiness his lost left in his heart. Even beyond that, I was angry at my own weakness. For not seeing his betrayal before it came to a head. For not being strong enough to stop him when it was my actions that created him.
[Regis closes his eyes for a moment then, shaking his head.]
Let those who survived the Fall call our sacrifices what they must, but we know what they really were and the far too human emotions that drove them.