The mention of a tower made of books does make his eyes light up. It's been something he has loved for a long time, on what kept him sane in those years he recovered from betrayal, from a broken heart, and found genuine interest in since he was a kid trying to be more learned. He's yet to find books in Solvunn since he took a while to settle. He plans on studying Abraxas' lore, but he'd be more interested in figuring out what their people have to offer in literature.
"I have memorized many books that still hold my favorite passages. I'd like to know more of what Abraxas has to offer in their people's artistry." He also knows that deep down he'd want to recreate Claudia's diaries, but to leave them anywhere but with himself is risky since they hold immense value to Louis. Seeing them in his hands again is tempting. He'll consider it silently, one aided by the irony of those whispers that remind him all too freshly of what is calling to him.
Hearing the control Throne and the Free Cities execute reminds him of the oppression he's faced in the past, and he's grateful he didn't end up there. They probably have their ups as Istredd has stated, but he knows what he had been capable when his freedom was threatened even a little. The ugly blood he spilt with Alderman Fenwick will always be a taint on his person. It's still nice to talk as if they might escape. Louis closes his eyes and takes a slow breath.
"I want... We're being manipulated." He wants it to be her. Part of him stubbornly believes he might have an opportunity to have her back. He'd do anything if it is possible to get her back. Magic is starting to sound like another curse, another offering like his own Dark Gift that might only bring anguish. Then he regards Istredd who seems to be made of magic in some way, connected to it. He makes it seem like it might not be so bad. Istredd speaks of Stregobor and he nods, swallowing any of what tenses him. There's a faint line of a melancholic smile on his face that reaches his glossy eyes.
"It's worth it, having the years I was able to have. Being able to be a father, a partner, a brother. I wouldn't trade it. Hold on to the good memories too. I will visit you and tell you about one of my favorite books when we get out. I give you my word, Istredd."
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"I have memorized many books that still hold my favorite passages. I'd like to know more of what Abraxas has to offer in their people's artistry." He also knows that deep down he'd want to recreate Claudia's diaries, but to leave them anywhere but with himself is risky since they hold immense value to Louis. Seeing them in his hands again is tempting. He'll consider it silently, one aided by the irony of those whispers that remind him all too freshly of what is calling to him.
Hearing the control Throne and the Free Cities execute reminds him of the oppression he's faced in the past, and he's grateful he didn't end up there. They probably have their ups as Istredd has stated, but he knows what he had been capable when his freedom was threatened even a little. The ugly blood he spilt with Alderman Fenwick will always be a taint on his person. It's still nice to talk as if they might escape. Louis closes his eyes and takes a slow breath.
"I want... We're being manipulated." He wants it to be her. Part of him stubbornly believes he might have an opportunity to have her back. He'd do anything if it is possible to get her back. Magic is starting to sound like another curse, another offering like his own Dark Gift that might only bring anguish. Then he regards Istredd who seems to be made of magic in some way, connected to it. He makes it seem like it might not be so bad. Istredd speaks of Stregobor and he nods, swallowing any of what tenses him. There's a faint line of a melancholic smile on his face that reaches his glossy eyes.
"It's worth it, having the years I was able to have. Being able to be a father, a partner, a brother. I wouldn't trade it. Hold on to the good memories too. I will visit you and tell you about one of my favorite books when we get out. I give you my word, Istredd."