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Estinien Wyrmblood ([personal profile] coerthantorment) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2021-09-30 04:17 pm (UTC)

[It does all sound like very much the same sort of business, and while that doesn't surprise Estinien, it does make him wonder. What differences are there that cause Sam to see the world so differently, given their supposedly similar experiences? Maybe's Sam's intentions were simply more noble from the start, or maybe he actively cultivated this sort of personality instead of singlemindedly throwing himself towards vengeance.

He guesses it doesn't need to be more than that. Estinien really did do this to himself, he understands.]


I'm not sure 'want' has much to do with it.

[Not at this point, anyway. Estinien had thought his battle might be over for only a short time, before Hraesvelgr himself reminded him of the absurdity of that thought. He's spent some time on his own pursuits, of course, wandering here and there, experiencing things just for the sake of it... but ultimately it all leads back to the same thing. It was a vacation, not a change.]

While Himeka and the rest were waylaid by other concerns, their secretary hunted me down to address... I suppose, the issue of some kind of biological weapon. Ostensibly destined to wipe out most life on the continent. And so, 'twas left to me to destroy its production lines, and what quantities had already been accrued.

[He shrugs his shoulders. Ultimately he was not actually mad about being bothered into doing this, given the incredibly severe stakes. It really did speak to the way that history was just one disaster after another, though.]

Beyond that... I had only just recently decided to join their ranks in an official capacity. [Though he doesn't actually say it, his expression softens a bit - at the time he'd given a big sappy speech about the decision, and about how the whole organization had given him reason to hope. And yet...] Only to be snatched away before much else could be done.

Our entire world is facing its end of days... I had hoped to fight alongside them, but instead, Thorne thought my time would be better spent rotting in a cage.

[There's another flash of anger as he says it. It's not just about being caged and not just about being drafted. It's being taken away from the one thing he'd ever felt hope about, only to have it ripped away from him, and his entire world being potentially left to its doom as a result.]

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