[His fingers move to skim over one of his braids, one that was meant to be for Crowe. He teases the end of the braid, briefly, considers unraveling it now... but he doesn't have the time to reconfigure everything just now. So it will just have to wait.]
It's why they called me Hero, y'know... like telling me I was an arrogant prick for thinking myself above the others, on par with the ancestors even. That title belongs to the dead and no other.
[ He sighs softly, shaking his head. It wasn't a title he had asked for. Some stupid Lucian paper had taken his role in the Galahdian resistance and ran with it. Trying to endear the Insomnian people to the refugees. Heroes of Galahd they'd called them. Made it sound like the resistance was more than a few dozen stubborn teenagers who had to be rescued by the king. ]
But I guess we just need to keep reminding each other it's not our fault, then.
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[His fingers move to skim over one of his braids, one that was meant to be for Crowe. He teases the end of the braid, briefly, considers unraveling it now... but he doesn't have the time to reconfigure everything just now. So it will just have to wait.]
It's why they called me Hero, y'know... like telling me I was an arrogant prick for thinking myself above the others, on par with the ancestors even. That title belongs to the dead and no other.
[ He sighs softly, shaking his head. It wasn't a title he had asked for. Some stupid Lucian paper had taken his role in the Galahdian resistance and ran with it. Trying to endear the Insomnian people to the refugees. Heroes of Galahd they'd called them. Made it sound like the resistance was more than a few dozen stubborn teenagers who had to be rescued by the king. ]
But I guess we just need to keep reminding each other it's not our fault, then.