[Ze stares at the proffered arm, brow furrowed at the near imperceptible tint of mockery to stranger's response.
Perhaps, perceived as such, his words are merely that- a naïve insult born of a savage's understanding of things. (The Twelve know his tutors have implied as much, even if plenty of them had used politer wording.) And though he thinks to correct the man for a moment- that the offer had been for him and no other- something gives him cause to hesitate. To consider.]
They'll be my people soon enough. [He remarks, finding a humbling truth in that. If tomorrow holds any amount of sincerity- if there is neither bullet nor blade cast upon his person- he will be tied to Garlean society forevermore. A bond forged, no matter how foolish or token. And while he's not a care for the politics nor the pretense, the same could be said of any place he has visited. So really, what makes Garlemald- beyond a bloodied history- all that different?
And so, in faith and foolishness, he offers his own in turn- taking up Emet's arm in what he supposes might be a gallant hold. His tutor's lessons didn't all quite stick.] ...the offer was a personal one, by the by.
[Well, perhaps a little less magnanimous than intended.]
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Perhaps, perceived as such, his words are merely that- a naïve insult born of a savage's understanding of things. (The Twelve know his tutors have implied as much, even if plenty of them had used politer wording.) And though he thinks to correct the man for a moment- that the offer had been for him and no other- something gives him cause to hesitate. To consider.]
They'll be my people soon enough. [He remarks, finding a humbling truth in that. If tomorrow holds any amount of sincerity- if there is neither bullet nor blade cast upon his person- he will be tied to Garlean society forevermore. A bond forged, no matter how foolish or token. And while he's not a care for the politics nor the pretense, the same could be said of any place he has visited. So really, what makes Garlemald- beyond a bloodied history- all that different?
And so, in faith and foolishness, he offers his own in turn- taking up Emet's arm in what he supposes might be a gallant hold. His tutor's lessons didn't all quite stick.] ...the offer was a personal one, by the by.
[Well, perhaps a little less magnanimous than intended.]