[ at least they can... try to get him out. no promises to success. he answers with a little smile. ]
The odds are impressive. To be so unlucky amongst an infinite number of galaxies.
[ he doesn't really like the idea of someone else being here in his place, though. he's not complaining. ]
It's dangerous, and I can't willfully deny that. [ he's an optimist, but that doesn't mean every positive outcome is true. ] But if we live and work thoughtfully, I hope we can find answers.
[ while sidon spoke, he listened, craning his head back to maintain some level of eye contact. good manners, unlike when he asks the question before sidon can give him permission. ]
[ there's a flicker of surprise, then—he laughs. one that comes out of his chest and not the softer ones he's adopted this weekend. ]
I have been angry! [ in small snatches of time, but certainly a couple instances this weekend ] Ah, but I don't like to linger in it. Bitterness is thorn, you know? When you live for hundreds of years—it can stay with you for a century, if you're not careful.
[ the way he really doesn't know how hylian aging works well enough to realize that nodd looks great for his age. this is normal long-lived race shenanigans. ]
Is that another part of your creed? [ along with the magic mushrooms ] Keeping a sharp edge?
[ he's lighthearted, but even he knows that for a warrior, they have to stay a keen blade. ]
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I did. Scien wanted to be killed and his body burned—I went to go see the state of it.
[ it's not exactly a secret, and he wouldn't be the type to keep it anyway. there is frustration in him then, tempered somewhat by sadness. ]
I would go to pay my respects either way. But it is difficult to do that when there's quite a lot we don't know.
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[ not that he blames the crew members who did. they likely weren't given a choice. ]
And we're still expected to live and work on this junk heap. How did we all become so lucky?
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The odds are impressive. To be so unlucky amongst an infinite number of galaxies.
[ he doesn't really like the idea of someone else being here in his place, though. he's not complaining. ]
It's dangerous, and I can't willfully deny that. [ he's an optimist, but that doesn't mean every positive outcome is true. ] But if we live and work thoughtfully, I hope we can find answers.
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[ while sidon spoke, he listened, craning his head back to maintain some level of eye contact. good manners, unlike when he asks the question before sidon can give him permission. ]
What does it take to make you angry?
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I have been angry! [ in small snatches of time, but certainly a couple instances this weekend ] Ah, but I don't like to linger in it. Bitterness is thorn, you know? When you live for hundreds of years—it can stay with you for a century, if you're not careful.
[ he's seen it firsthand. ]
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oh well, 'cause, gosh, that laugh. gonna hold that in his memory bank for a hot minute. ]
I forget that you're a smidge older than me.
[ u know level 18 monks are immortal just give him some time. ]
Ahhh, I'm worried you're going to be a good influence on me. I'll lose my edge.
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Is that another part of your creed? [ along with the magic mushrooms ] Keeping a sharp edge?
[ he's lighthearted, but even he knows that for a warrior, they have to stay a keen blade. ]
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What a good question. No, not sharp. It's probably best to stay malleable.
[ he strokes his own chin with a thumb. ]
Open to changing shape, edges included.