I've got my reasons for not waving it in everyones faces. It was just work. I doubt anyone in this group readily volunteered their life story when they joined up. What's the big deal about me not mentioning I was a merc?
She may or may not be able to tell, but he was asking an honest question. Though she did have a point. There were plenty of people who'd brag about it. Was he hiding it? Ord id he truly not think it worth mentioning for whatever reason? Either way, it wasn't something he sought for honor and glory, though, for as much honor and glory as one could expect from a bunch of people who fight for money.
We spent years fighting together, then at Cartenau, most of them died. That's what happens to warriors. They die.
He continued to circle her slowly, for not, movin gonly a few steps before stopping again.
Surely you know that, Tempest. You're clearly not just some pretty face that doesn't know about life and death. You're smart, and despite what happened back at the bridge, probably fairly strong, too. Even now, you've got your hand under there, probably ready to pull out a weapon. A dagger. A knife. Maybe a small sword. No need to worry, though. I'm not about to attack you or some crazy thing like that. I'm not an enemy.
Sieg continued moving, until he was back in front of her, as she spoke more.
Fair enough, Tempest. Yeah, I'm sure you all, as a group, have your own special niche that you fill. Your methods, connections, and, equipment, and affiliations that are unique to this group. And I'm sure those would be damn useful. But you're right. I need bodies. Well, not to say it that way. Makes it sound like I'm looking for sacrificial pawns.
He stepped closer again, and looked down at her. His arms at his side, and his back straight.
My mother lost her life fighting for the resistance against the Garlean empire when they first took over.
Maybe we'd best put this conversation on hold. We're not exactly in the best place right now. We should stay vigilant.
She may or may not be able to tell, but he was asking an honest question. Though she did have a point. There were plenty of people who'd brag about it. Was he hiding it? Ord id he truly not think it worth mentioning for whatever reason? Either way, it wasn't something he sought for honor and glory, though, for as much honor and glory as one could expect from a bunch of people who fight for money.
We spent years fighting together, then at Cartenau, most of them died. That's what happens to warriors. They die.
He continued to circle her slowly, for not, movin gonly a few steps before stopping again.
Surely you know that, Tempest. You're clearly not just some pretty face that doesn't know about life and death. You're smart, and despite what happened back at the bridge, probably fairly strong, too. Even now, you've got your hand under there, probably ready to pull out a weapon. A dagger. A knife. Maybe a small sword. No need to worry, though. I'm not about to attack you or some crazy thing like that. I'm not an enemy.
Sieg continued moving, until he was back in front of her, as she spoke more.
Fair enough, Tempest. Yeah, I'm sure you all, as a group, have your own special niche that you fill. Your methods, connections, and, equipment, and affiliations that are unique to this group. And I'm sure those would be damn useful. But you're right. I need bodies. Well, not to say it that way. Makes it sound like I'm looking for sacrificial pawns.
He stepped closer again, and looked down at her. His arms at his side, and his back straight.
My mother lost her life fighting for the resistance against the Garlean empire when they first took over.
Maybe we'd best put this conversation on hold. We're not exactly in the best place right now. We should stay vigilant.
Theodric Gray
