[It's not as if Estinien hasn't considered that the vision he experienced was some trick of the mind - yet, somehow, her phrasing it as she does manages to cut through a layer of his credulity. She's right, isn't she? They would want them to feel purposeless, like there was nothing left to fight for.
Maybe the event had felt too inexplicable, too profound, for him to think it was only a ruse. Yet, if there is even a chance of her being right... the anger in his chest flares for a moment, fed by the indignity of potentially having been fooled so soundly.
His gaze focuses on her, as if trying to read her face, her intentions. Unfortunately, it's not among his most refined skills. His brow furrows, and then finally he looks to the ground at his feet.]
Nay. Even if my world were slain, I would not let its killer rest so easily.
[He would avenge it still, and the vow is true, despite the flickers of protest in his gut. He speaks of revenge, he knows he does, the very thing he swore he would take no more of. And yet... how could he deny it completely, with so many lives sacrificed?]
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Maybe the event had felt too inexplicable, too profound, for him to think it was only a ruse. Yet, if there is even a chance of her being right... the anger in his chest flares for a moment, fed by the indignity of potentially having been fooled so soundly.
His gaze focuses on her, as if trying to read her face, her intentions. Unfortunately, it's not among his most refined skills. His brow furrows, and then finally he looks to the ground at his feet.]
Nay. Even if my world were slain, I would not let its killer rest so easily.
[He would avenge it still, and the vow is true, despite the flickers of protest in his gut. He speaks of revenge, he knows he does, the very thing he swore he would take no more of. And yet... how could he deny it completely, with so many lives sacrificed?]