the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
My mind is full of emotions, hence my fixed, friendly expression. A diplomat’s and mostly, peace-keeper’s, face at the base of everything that is thrown at me.
I want him to be my friend, like I want everyone to be; unfortunately he feels fit to cast me out because I’ve associated with someone who wronged him (way after I became attached to her). Alas, it seems that he is not capable of forgiving anyone for having been a friend of Kagerus’. He’ll find out soon enough how many of those live in the Silver Cove, but I’m not about to tell him. I listen, I feel disappointed, and I let my sadness at his inability to look past my former friends to who I am now.
But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we will hear his opinion when we need it, whether we like it or not (in fact, that Dawn and Clayton hear it, whether they like it or not). I’ll not be able to always guide them - in fact, I’ve had quite enough of ruling by now. I just need to find out if Castile means to start a war with us, or not. That’s all I need. Then I’ll go.
I nod to him, this is his choice and not mine. ”I’ll call a meeting shortly - that’s going to be the last time you’ll have to bother with me, I promise.” I smile a bit, and take my leave.
Perhaps he remembers that I’m in a similar position as Kagerus - I could simply cast him out and choose another general. But while we have been friends as long as I had lived in Beqanna, we differ like night and day. I choose to trust him. In time, I hope he can learn to trust someone once more in his life. (Someone that is not a child he raised himself, in fact, because those children are always biased.)
A girl can hope.
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