[ there's a little huff - kind of a joke, in the way that he says it because. yeah. she's right, he was a garbage mercenary. looking down at his hands, his thoughtshare briefly reflects something red splattered all over them - he has to shake his head to clarify it, and takes a breath, eyes closed to find his calm. ]
... We'd a contract to capture a demon living in a fortress. Though there was a terrible monster, that was not the demon at all, but... rather, the 'demon' was a child, called so only by the prejudice of those around them.
We all refused, when we found out. [ his thoughts scribble again over his head. Did he live? We tried to... I must believe that he lived. ] But we did not learn until the very end.
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[ there's a little huff - kind of a joke, in the way that he says it because. yeah. she's right, he was a garbage mercenary. looking down at his hands, his thoughtshare briefly reflects something red splattered all over them - he has to shake his head to clarify it, and takes a breath, eyes closed to find his calm. ]
... We'd a contract to capture a demon living in a fortress. Though there was a terrible monster, that was not the demon at all, but... rather, the 'demon' was a child, called so only by the prejudice of those around them.
We all refused, when we found out. [ his thoughts scribble again over his head. Did he live? We tried to... I must believe that he lived. ] But we did not learn until the very end.