My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
Though he tried as best as he could to avoid it, surprise crept onto his face as he listened to Ball. To hear him speak with such doubt was.. more than troubling, given how adamant he'd always been to follow the Knighthood. It didn't seem right.. had he accidentally touched something that was better left alone? Deeper still, some part of the squirrel wandered whether Ball only spoke of these things because that was exactly what he was struggling through, right now. His nexus froze. He'd never been here as long as Ball - although he was older, he'd left Syliras much sooner. Just what had Ball been forced to do, in the name of the Order, against his own wishes, he wondered. Was he just being paranoid? Most likely, but this conversation had awoken new and very troubling thoughts that never would have crossed his mind before. He couldn't even be sure whether he was glad he'd had this talk or not, truly.
He'd spent too long in silence. "No matter what path they put me on, it will always be my own. I'll just have to weather it." Not the most inspirational speech he'd ever given. "There's no point giving up our ambitions just because we fear how the hands of fate may wring us dry. If anything, it should just make us more determined to follow through no matter what it decides to throw at us. I guess that's the difference between the player and the pieces." His hand gave several firm yet hopefully comforting pats to the other squire's upper back before he broke the brotherly embrace and slid himself off the edge of the bed.
"It's fine. You know if you ever need help, even if it's just a little talk like the one we just had, my door is always open." Frankly, even given their differences, he'd always looked up to Ball and seeing him like this.. with so much doubt and sorrow in his words, it made the squirrel worried. Petch all that stuff about everyone having their own internal battles, the guy always seemed so confident and head-strong it was as if he'd become exempt. He'd become everything the squirrel wanted. But now.. was this what he was really like? Sylir above, how could just one casual conversation carry more weight than any axe and cut deeper than any man-made weapon. "Take it easy, alright. Life's too short to worry about how short life is." He forced a light-hearted chuckle. "And.. don't worry about the money. If I walk into Sunberth with all that in hand, I'll just get robbed." Not if he had a Pycon like Ball to watch his back, but that was beside the point. "Anyway. See you out there." He left, with both a heavy heart and a heavy nexus.
