voryn's arm is pulled away and driven against the cavern wall. because he has been focusing on gen's words and not on the method he would use to pin him, this is an effective tactic against a diplomat who wishes first to talk. can this be called a mistake in judgement? to anyone else, yes. vain, voryn instead considers the momentary loss of control a boon.)
No, it isn't, (he insists, tensionless in gen's grasp. the boy's eyes are dark and cold. they remind him of veterans' eyes, distant, damaged, and ultimately unknowable.) It is the path of the Zenite nihilist that I refuse to let you walk without a fight. We need you, muhrjulโsoldier or civilian.
(for the first time since his arrival, voryn apologizes.)
You were not afforded the support promised to you by Meridianโby me. For that, I am truly sorry.
(it would be too vain to guess at who gen is, but he can make assumptions based on his own maze-like feelings. lost often, what enables him to choose the correct direction is people. alone, angry, and frightened, without the backing of similarly devoted meri, what would have become of him? perhaps he would be gen, sucking at long-abandoned scraps of zenith sap.
through the limp fringe of long hair, voryn watches gen, unblinking.)
no subject
voryn's arm is pulled away and driven against the cavern wall. because he has been focusing on gen's words and not on the method he would use to pin him, this is an effective tactic against a diplomat who wishes first to talk. can this be called a mistake in judgement? to anyone else, yes. vain, voryn instead considers the momentary loss of control a boon.)
No, it isn't, (he insists, tensionless in gen's grasp. the boy's eyes are dark and cold. they remind him of veterans' eyes, distant, damaged, and ultimately unknowable.) It is the path of the Zenite nihilist that I refuse to let you walk without a fight. We need you, muhrjulโsoldier or civilian.
(for the first time since his arrival, voryn apologizes.)
You were not afforded the support promised to you by Meridianโby me. For that, I am truly sorry.
(it would be too vain to guess at who gen is, but he can make assumptions based on his own maze-like feelings. lost often, what enables him to choose the correct direction is people. alone, angry, and frightened, without the backing of similarly devoted meri, what would have become of him? perhaps he would be gen, sucking at long-abandoned scraps of zenith sap.
through the limp fringe of long hair, voryn watches gen, unblinking.)
Did your world abandon you?