Even as an act of defiance, people would have to be crazy to be willing to degrade themselves that far to feel like they have any authority, huh?
[ He props his chin by his hand; they're having a grand old time talking -- the man sitting in the chair and Nero half-lying on the table. ]
I wonder how long it would have been before that point was hit.
[ When madness and desire for control would take hold of everyone; he thinks that it was coming; he thinks it would have been very soon. He thinks those in the dungeons were just a few more bad days before breaking and becoming feral creatures. ]
Oh, well, the thought exercise is over!
[ Nero announces. They don't have to talk anymore about could of, would of, should of -- the world is full of those things, anyway.
The elf listens to what he says with an easy stare. He catches how the man stops talking about wanting to save others; his expression shifts yet again to understanding. His companion isn't someone that could run in to save others without a reason. ]
Yeah, they will. [ His chin bobs down yet again, a small nod. He won't say that someone will always fight for the people, but he's talked to enough of those present that he knows that one of them would try to defend Solvunn. Even if Solvunn royally fucked them all over, those people would protect the country purely for the innocents present. ]
And maybe me too. [ Nero admits. ] Maybe, I will also be helping out. But that'll depend on someone asking for my help.
[ The "someone" isn't directed as his friend, but someone else that is in Solvunn. Nero thinks it would be funny if his help was requested, because saving Solvunn isn't their problem; it isn't their burden; it just would be their fault if they did nothing -- and he can live with that. ]
If it comes to it -- when it comes to it, you should stay around to watch it all burn. Someone should be alive to tell what happens to everyone else. [ That's his excuse anyway for suggesting that the man should stay to watch. ]
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[ He props his chin by his hand; they're having a grand old time talking -- the man sitting in the chair and Nero half-lying on the table. ]
I wonder how long it would have been before that point was hit.
[ When madness and desire for control would take hold of everyone; he thinks that it was coming; he thinks it would have been very soon. He thinks those in the dungeons were just a few more bad days before breaking and becoming feral creatures. ]
Oh, well, the thought exercise is over!
[ Nero announces. They don't have to talk anymore about could of, would of, should of -- the world is full of those things, anyway.
The elf listens to what he says with an easy stare. He catches how the man stops talking about wanting to save others; his expression shifts yet again to understanding. His companion isn't someone that could run in to save others without a reason. ]
Yeah, they will. [ His chin bobs down yet again, a small nod. He won't say that someone will always fight for the people, but he's talked to enough of those present that he knows that one of them would try to defend Solvunn. Even if Solvunn royally fucked them all over, those people would protect the country purely for the innocents present. ]
And maybe me too. [ Nero admits. ] Maybe, I will also be helping out. But that'll depend on someone asking for my help.
[ The "someone" isn't directed as his friend, but someone else that is in Solvunn. Nero thinks it would be funny if his help was requested, because saving Solvunn isn't their problem; it isn't their burden; it just would be their fault if they did nothing -- and he can live with that. ]
If it comes to it -- when it comes to it, you should stay around to watch it all burn. Someone should be alive to tell what happens to everyone else. [ That's his excuse anyway for suggesting that the man should stay to watch. ]