"It's not about friends, Nerium," he says, and his tone is a little
frustrated but mostly reasoning. He's a little unused to trusting anyone
enough to call them friend, to be frank, though Davin's had no reason to be
as kind to him as he has been, and perhaps he's thinking of that. But this
is a war. It's about allies. They need to convince others of their
perspective, not to take arms against their own kind. They're not an
revolution as they are. They're scarcely enough to call on three. "Davin's
powerful. Now his fear will make him a weapon for those who would destroy
-- this." He gestures to her forest, beautiful and free, beyond even their
control. "One forged in dragon flame."
"It's not just your creation," he reminds her quietly. "I shed my blood for
it and I would shed more. But that means I bear responsibility for it just
as you do. You'd do anything to protect your child and I understand that
better than you know. But I want to make sure it grows up."
Her smile when they enter his home is comforting: he'd been expecting at
least a little judgement. "You like it? I built it myself and I haven't
regretted it yet." He pours her some water and glances at her, smiling,
handing her the cold water. "It’s no castle, but I could build something
similar for you, with a little time." He looks around. “Maybe a little
fancier.”
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Date: 2015-06-02 09:39 pm (UTC)"It's not about friends, Nerium," he says, and his tone is a little frustrated but mostly reasoning. He's a little unused to trusting anyone enough to call them friend, to be frank, though Davin's had no reason to be as kind to him as he has been, and perhaps he's thinking of that. But this is a war. It's about allies. They need to convince others of their perspective, not to take arms against their own kind. They're not an revolution as they are. They're scarcely enough to call on three. "Davin's powerful. Now his fear will make him a weapon for those who would destroy -- this." He gestures to her forest, beautiful and free, beyond even their control. "One forged in dragon flame."
"It's not just your creation," he reminds her quietly. "I shed my blood for it and I would shed more. But that means I bear responsibility for it just as you do. You'd do anything to protect your child and I understand that better than you know. But I want to make sure it grows up."
Her smile when they enter his home is comforting: he'd been expecting at least a little judgement. "You like it? I built it myself and I haven't regretted it yet." He pours her some water and glances at her, smiling, handing her the cold water. "It’s no castle, but I could build something similar for you, with a little time." He looks around. “Maybe a little fancier.”