[It’s some time before a response comes, because…there’s a lot to think about before he responds.]
You might consider reoffering it while sober. Mayhap with a third party as mediator. A thought. Tis bad form to come to negotiations without a clear mind.
[Please do not ask him, please do not ask him, please do not ask him. He is not supposed to be the diplomatic one, that’s Aymeric’s wheelhouse. He did not absorb enough of that to be a mediator, he does not have the patience.]
No, rather the opposite--that it twas the immortal ones, the dragons, that were mere beasts to be cut down. I was a hateful and bitter man pursuing vengeance in exclusion to all else, with my only saving grace being that I cared more for my people than myself and had friends that were much better people than I ever could be. Even then, I was careless and like as not, that recklessness led men and women under my command to their deaths, justified to myself in that they knew what they had signed up for and were just as single-minded as I.
[It’s something else to pile onto that guilt and grief. He can’t be sure, of course, but…well he’s gone so deep into self-reflection that it’s come out as kind of a self-flagellation, so even if that had never been the case, he’s going to think it was.]
Tis a problem of scale, and ephemerality. An immortal being cannot fathom loss as we do, as they are not built to experience it. That grief is ever-lasting and ever-fresh, whereas we are able to come to terms with it. Some better than others.
I speak not for him, understand. My perspective was…rather uniquely gained. And is not that of an Ascian beside.
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You might consider reoffering it while sober. Mayhap with a third party as mediator. A thought. Tis bad form to come to negotiations without a clear mind.
[Please do not ask him, please do not ask him, please do not ask him. He is not supposed to be the diplomatic one, that’s Aymeric’s wheelhouse. He did not absorb enough of that to be a mediator, he does not have the patience.]
No, rather the opposite--that it twas the immortal ones, the dragons, that were mere beasts to be cut down. I was a hateful and bitter man pursuing vengeance in exclusion to all else, with my only saving grace being that I cared more for my people than myself and had friends that were much better people than I ever could be. Even then, I was careless and like as not, that recklessness led men and women under my command to their deaths, justified to myself in that they knew what they had signed up for and were just as single-minded as I.
[It’s something else to pile onto that guilt and grief. He can’t be sure, of course, but…well he’s gone so deep into self-reflection that it’s come out as kind of a self-flagellation, so even if that had never been the case, he’s going to think it was.]
Tis a problem of scale, and ephemerality. An immortal being cannot fathom loss as we do, as they are not built to experience it. That grief is ever-lasting and ever-fresh, whereas we are able to come to terms with it. Some better than others.
I speak not for him, understand. My perspective was…rather uniquely gained. And is not that of an Ascian beside.