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Alex simply shook his head as she spoke. He’d said his peace and hoped to get across his remorse but it appeared he was only doing more harm than good. What else was new?
“Don’t worry about me and staying till morning. I’m still a squire, for a few more days at least. That and I can handle myself out in the fog and darkness.” He gave a slight bow and a curt turn. Still something militaristic about it but less harsh, a more relaxed move, as if he was shedding the weights that held him both down and back.
The heavy weights of his feet clattered as he stepped out to the threshold of the door. Glancing back over his shoulder at her words he sighed softly a small look of understanding and sadness in his eyes.
“I’d leave with some advice but, seems everything I say just digs my own grave deeper. I appreciate the offer but I’ve already worn out my welcome not once but twice. After today you won’t have to worry about seeing me again.” He slowly nodded and headed out turning to close the door slowly a strange airt around him. Something he’d accepted.
“Just remember Dove. Everyone is fighting their own battles against their own demons, and no one person’s trumps them all. Not yours, and especially not mine.” He punctuated his words with a small pause before closing the door. He’d made it abundantly clear in his own mind. He wasn’t always certain of the truth. After this conversation if it could be called that, with dove. It had become abundantly clear he wasn’t in a position to dish out advice either.
Wheeling his weight back atop his horse after untying it he began to ponder. What would the son of an assassin and a member of the ebonstryfe do in this city to help? Hadn’t he done enough? Enough wrong… He’d atoned enough for things that weren’t his fault. That were out of his control, and now he was finding his own path.
Alex simply shook his head as she spoke. He’d said his peace and hoped to get across his remorse but it appeared he was only doing more harm than good. What else was new?
“Don’t worry about me and staying till morning. I’m still a squire, for a few more days at least. That and I can handle myself out in the fog and darkness.” He gave a slight bow and a curt turn. Still something militaristic about it but less harsh, a more relaxed move, as if he was shedding the weights that held him both down and back.
The heavy weights of his feet clattered as he stepped out to the threshold of the door. Glancing back over his shoulder at her words he sighed softly a small look of understanding and sadness in his eyes.
“I’d leave with some advice but, seems everything I say just digs my own grave deeper. I appreciate the offer but I’ve already worn out my welcome not once but twice. After today you won’t have to worry about seeing me again.” He slowly nodded and headed out turning to close the door slowly a strange airt around him. Something he’d accepted.
“Just remember Dove. Everyone is fighting their own battles against their own demons, and no one person’s trumps them all. Not yours, and especially not mine.” He punctuated his words with a small pause before closing the door. He’d made it abundantly clear in his own mind. He wasn’t always certain of the truth. After this conversation if it could be called that, with dove. It had become abundantly clear he wasn’t in a position to dish out advice either.
Wheeling his weight back atop his horse after untying it he began to ponder. What would the son of an assassin and a member of the ebonstryfe do in this city to help? Hadn’t he done enough? Enough wrong… He’d atoned enough for things that weren’t his fault. That were out of his control, and now he was finding his own path.
