Once more, Clover's features didn't hide her small surprise when Schezar removed his eyepatch. Far from her initial idea of a terrible wound she wasn't sure she wanted to see, his eye appeared unexpectedly healthy and well functioning. She stared at him, wordlessly, as he spoke of his participation in Cartenau, of his purpose. Of war.
And then, unblinking eyes couldn't but travel to the lily that the man had been carefully taking care of. It was so fragile, so peaceful, foreign to all the things that were poisoning the world. It'd been the warrior's gentle hands making sure that the little flower would have everything it needed to survive, to grow strong under the warm sun. And those would be same hands brandishing a deadly weapon in the middle of a battlefield, inflicting pain and fear.
He was like Andre, somehow.
Her eyes had turned slightly more crystalline when she looked back at the kind man. They were open, they hid nothing. Not until she bent down in a deep and respectful bow.
"Thank you... very much..."
Her words said, and she knew he'd know everything. It was because of people like him and Andre that she, an useless hyur who'd never done anything for the world, could live to see the sun rise every morning. The respect she felt for him couldn't be measured, just like her own guilt.
And then, unblinking eyes couldn't but travel to the lily that the man had been carefully taking care of. It was so fragile, so peaceful, foreign to all the things that were poisoning the world. It'd been the warrior's gentle hands making sure that the little flower would have everything it needed to survive, to grow strong under the warm sun. And those would be same hands brandishing a deadly weapon in the middle of a battlefield, inflicting pain and fear.
He was like Andre, somehow.
Her eyes had turned slightly more crystalline when she looked back at the kind man. They were open, they hid nothing. Not until she bent down in a deep and respectful bow.
"Thank you... very much..."
Her words said, and she knew he'd know everything. It was because of people like him and Andre that she, an useless hyur who'd never done anything for the world, could live to see the sun rise every morning. The respect she felt for him couldn't be measured, just like her own guilt.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
