"So, let me get this straight, love. You've got some idea that primals can't wave their hands, go 'boogaboogabooga', and enslave me, like they do everyone else, and that somehow makes me the most qualified person you can find to be your front man, when you are surrounded by apparently competent people who DO have some experience fighting the things. You expect me to lead these people, and the best use you can think for me is to, what, go run errands for this and that Grand Company and random military outpost, and run myself ragged? And all this came because Miounne has taken a shine to me? What do YOU do while all this is going on?"
"........"
"That's what it looked like. Sorry, love. Get back to me when you can tell the difference between bards, heroes and errand boys."
Nathan whistles his way back from Horizon, meaning to have a good word with Miounne about this nonsense she's trying to get him into, and shaking his head occasionally. However, whichever one of you DOES fall for Minfilia's little offer, he'll be glad to sing of your deeds.
(Joseph Campbell calls it "Refusing the Call". SE could stand to read his stuff)
"........"
"That's what it looked like. Sorry, love. Get back to me when you can tell the difference between bards, heroes and errand boys."
Nathan whistles his way back from Horizon, meaning to have a good word with Miounne about this nonsense she's trying to get him into, and shaking his head occasionally. However, whichever one of you DOES fall for Minfilia's little offer, he'll be glad to sing of your deeds.
(Joseph Campbell calls it "Refusing the Call". SE could stand to read his stuff)
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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