[ He disengages and whips his blade right back in, barely giving her (or himself) time to breathe. It's just as well that he has already tired himself on forest shrapnel else this would be harder on Iryha. ]
I. Have. Lost. EVERYTHING! [ Each word punctuated by a strike of his sword. ] Everything! To a people who delight in warfare! I had accepted it. I had accepted my loss. But now I see these imbeciles rattling the sabers for war! Why can't you always be good? Why must you fight all the time? Why can't you simply share all that you have instead of squabbling over the pieces?!
[ Despite the words, he doesn't expect answers. The hollow space in his chest can't grow any emptier. He lost all trust for mortalkind long, long ago.
Hot tears blur his vision but still he fights, moving on instinct, reacting to her silhouette rather than her image. ]
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I. Have. Lost. EVERYTHING! [ Each word punctuated by a strike of his sword. ] Everything! To a people who delight in warfare! I had accepted it. I had accepted my loss. But now I see these imbeciles rattling the sabers for war! Why can't you always be good? Why must you fight all the time? Why can't you simply share all that you have instead of squabbling over the pieces?!
[ Despite the words, he doesn't expect answers. The hollow space in his chest can't grow any emptier. He lost all trust for mortalkind long, long ago.
Hot tears blur his vision but still he fights, moving on instinct, reacting to her silhouette rather than her image. ]