He hums, a noncommittal sound that says he doesn't disagree, but nor does he consider that the full scope of it. Because hell—the world need not be changing for people to behave like shit. There are those who sit comfortably, dictating society's order, committing the same crimes they would hang lesser men for. It is just a matter of who pays the price in the end...and it is rarely anyone at the top.
But he is not a man who strives to change the world. Not the nature of the people in it, either. There will always be bastard kings and desperate thieves, and everything in between. He's only here to protect his own. That's what he's done. He'll sleep easy, as a result. (Even if, deep down, there is a part of him that is unsettled by what lies behind why he acted.)
His attention turns to Nadine's horse, faint amusement on his face as she locates herself a little rock. The sort of look that suggests he is waiting for her to begrudgingly agree—which she does.
"We'll find you suitable mount to learn with," he says, hopping atop Roach. His tone is dry, teasing. "An ornery mare, perhaps."
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But he is not a man who strives to change the world. Not the nature of the people in it, either. There will always be bastard kings and desperate thieves, and everything in between. He's only here to protect his own. That's what he's done. He'll sleep easy, as a result. (Even if, deep down, there is a part of him that is unsettled by what lies behind why he acted.)
His attention turns to Nadine's horse, faint amusement on his face as she locates herself a little rock. The sort of look that suggests he is waiting for her to begrudgingly agree—which she does.
"We'll find you suitable mount to learn with," he says, hopping atop Roach. His tone is dry, teasing. "An ornery mare, perhaps."