I do not care what they think — I am not Karterian. I am the god of war, who seeks a companion sound of mind and experienced in these matters. You are my counsel, not theirs. It has to be you.
[ It's quite obvious that Set is enamored with Felwinter's existence, in the way that someone who always seeks new knowledge and experiences can only be. Impassioned, curious, without reservation as he aims to embrace that which defines the man's life and relationships. He's reminded of Eleanor, when he sees Felwinter; their inorganic nature ( even though Eleanor's was partial ) very, very similar to his own, for he was not flesh and blood either. Just sand.
He descends toward Felwinter, reaching his hand out to seize at the other's wrist and tug at him. Determined, but also unstoppable in his attentions. ]
The boy? He is a loser. Pathetic, spoiled, rotten. The kind of child that needs to be scolded thoroughly for living such a lackluster life.
[ He sounds like he hates the kid, wtf. Except for: ] I love those kinds of children. They deserve structure and routine that serves to strengthen their confidence and provide them with life skills they can rely on as adults. All children exist to be raised well and given opportunity, because children are proof of love.
[ Is the reason not obvious enough, by that? Set, for all his feral ways and rudeness, is a father. ]
[Set is a stubborn creature, but that's a familiar thing to Felwinter. Was there ever a Lightbearer, alive or dead, who wasn't impossibly stubborn? He doesn't try to break free when Set grasps at him, but he remains an immovable object, his expression unchanging.
It has to be you. What a strange thing to say. Felwinter's knowledge of militias is nominal, of mortals even less. And of children?]
Lightbearers do not have children. I do not know how to give counsel on something I have no knowledge of.
[It's not that he's never seen a child before. There were children in the village at the foot of his mountain. At the keep of the Warlord Shaxx, where he had stayed for a number of weeks. In the City they had built in the shadow of the Traveler. Shaxx acted out old plays for them. The Saint carried them on his shoulders, and had them sing for him in return. Zavala had adopted a boy, once, and outlived him.
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[ It's quite obvious that Set is enamored with Felwinter's existence, in the way that someone who always seeks new knowledge and experiences can only be. Impassioned, curious, without reservation as he aims to embrace that which defines the man's life and relationships. He's reminded of Eleanor, when he sees Felwinter; their inorganic nature ( even though Eleanor's was partial ) very, very similar to his own, for he was not flesh and blood either. Just sand.
He descends toward Felwinter, reaching his hand out to seize at the other's wrist and tug at him. Determined, but also unstoppable in his attentions. ]
The boy? He is a loser. Pathetic, spoiled, rotten. The kind of child that needs to be scolded thoroughly for living such a lackluster life.
[ He sounds like he hates the kid, wtf. Except for: ] I love those kinds of children. They deserve structure and routine that serves to strengthen their confidence and provide them with life skills they can rely on as adults. All children exist to be raised well and given opportunity, because children are proof of love.
[ Is the reason not obvious enough, by that? Set, for all his feral ways and rudeness, is a father. ]
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It has to be you. What a strange thing to say. Felwinter's knowledge of militias is nominal, of mortals even less. And of children?]
Lightbearers do not have children. I do not know how to give counsel on something I have no knowledge of.
[It's not that he's never seen a child before. There were children in the village at the foot of his mountain. At the keep of the Warlord Shaxx, where he had stayed for a number of weeks. In the City they had built in the shadow of the Traveler. Shaxx acted out old plays for them. The Saint carried them on his shoulders, and had them sing for him in return. Zavala had adopted a boy, once, and outlived him.
These things do not come naturally to Felwinter.]
If I can help you, I will. But not with this.