[ In truth, Thancred had not come here in order to press Stephen for the details on what Wanda had hinted at back during that conversation months ago. He'd come here as a friend above anything else, and yet here they are, with Stephen having to explain himself all the same. Hopefully he at least realizes that Thancred is not here to sit in judgment.
A numbers game. At those words, Thancred sets down his glass on the small side table set up next to his seat, and then crosses his arms over his chest. He naturally is reminded of Sharlayan's Forum and their plan for how to deal with the Final Days — to write off their home star as a lost cause and simply evacuate with as many people as they could. It's the Scions who had pushed for the long shot, risking everything to save their home.
He does recall Stephen speaking of this warlord, of the dire danger than his own world had been in, and gives a firm nod. ] It would be difficult to forget. [ Yet so often their conversations were more focused on the here and now, so he had never asked for the in-depth version of the story. It had felt like he knew enough simply by understanding that the worst had been averted, much like in his own case, and yet there are always those darker details.
Sacrifices still had to be made, it seems. And Wanda had been one of those who suffered as a result of that. ]
A single decision... [ Of course, he's terribly curious. How could he not be? But then Stephen has a question for him as well, one that spurs Thancred to sit up further in the chair as he shakes his head. ]
She was rather vague, and I saw no reason to push her on something that clearly brought her distress. [ He pauses then, considering if he should let Stephen continue, but then rushes to add: ] But Stephen, do not misunderstand. I did not come here looking for some admittance of guilt from you. I'm here because you were in need of company. We need not discuss this now.
[ Perhaps Stephen had made a difficult choice, and perhaps that choice had brought incredible harm onto others. But Thancred doesn't want to lose the thread of why he came to Stephen's Horizon in the first place. ]
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A numbers game. At those words, Thancred sets down his glass on the small side table set up next to his seat, and then crosses his arms over his chest. He naturally is reminded of Sharlayan's Forum and their plan for how to deal with the Final Days — to write off their home star as a lost cause and simply evacuate with as many people as they could. It's the Scions who had pushed for the long shot, risking everything to save their home.
He does recall Stephen speaking of this warlord, of the dire danger than his own world had been in, and gives a firm nod. ] It would be difficult to forget. [ Yet so often their conversations were more focused on the here and now, so he had never asked for the in-depth version of the story. It had felt like he knew enough simply by understanding that the worst had been averted, much like in his own case, and yet there are always those darker details.
Sacrifices still had to be made, it seems. And Wanda had been one of those who suffered as a result of that. ]
A single decision... [ Of course, he's terribly curious. How could he not be? But then Stephen has a question for him as well, one that spurs Thancred to sit up further in the chair as he shakes his head. ]
She was rather vague, and I saw no reason to push her on something that clearly brought her distress. [ He pauses then, considering if he should let Stephen continue, but then rushes to add: ] But Stephen, do not misunderstand. I did not come here looking for some admittance of guilt from you. I'm here because you were in need of company. We need not discuss this now.
[ Perhaps Stephen had made a difficult choice, and perhaps that choice had brought incredible harm onto others. But Thancred doesn't want to lose the thread of why he came to Stephen's Horizon in the first place. ]