"I see...". Franz wasn't quite sure what to make of the person's offer. What bound him? Freedom? Such things weren't often thought about. There was plenty that 'bound' him. Morality. Wanting to live a mostly peaceful life. The people he cared for, however few, recently.Â
"That which binds me? And what if my perception is that people need to having such restrictions on themselves? Are we not all slaves to our endeavors? To what we're willing to fight for? Our beliefs?"
He began to pace back and forth in the room. "Everyone deserves to have their second chances. Atonement. Or perhaps it's only a matter of perspective. I've still done plenty wrong in my days, and I'll likely commit more. It doesn't negate my efforts to want to do better, however."
As he slowed to a stop, his gaze fell the masked man. "Who are you, truly? I could count on one hand the number of people who know the name 'Renatus'. Most are dead. Or as you might want to refer to it, 'free of life'."
A confusing mix of urges. He could just as easily try to remove the person's mask as he could answer the questions properly or simply leave.
"That which binds me? And what if my perception is that people need to having such restrictions on themselves? Are we not all slaves to our endeavors? To what we're willing to fight for? Our beliefs?"
He began to pace back and forth in the room. "Everyone deserves to have their second chances. Atonement. Or perhaps it's only a matter of perspective. I've still done plenty wrong in my days, and I'll likely commit more. It doesn't negate my efforts to want to do better, however."
As he slowed to a stop, his gaze fell the masked man. "Who are you, truly? I could count on one hand the number of people who know the name 'Renatus'. Most are dead. Or as you might want to refer to it, 'free of life'."
A confusing mix of urges. He could just as easily try to remove the person's mask as he could answer the questions properly or simply leave.
