[ Kids never do see themselves as such. It's different for Wriothesley: past a certain point, boys like Lyney start to look more and more like the children they swear they're not, and he suspects Lyney will see it his way once he gets there. No sense arguing it; he wouldn't hear it at that age either.
There's probably no sense in zeroing in on this, either, but he does. Lyney already mentioned the cruelties of the world. But the wording makes it realer, makes it more tangible in Wriothesley's empty hands. ]
"Another" person, huh. [ Did he ever many any such vow to his siblings? He doesn't recall. ] You've been through a lot.
[ And they'll continue to at the hands of the Fatui, so long as that's where their loyalties lie. But there's a lot there that Wriothesley senses he doesn't see, a safety Lyney must deem adequate in exchange for whatever the organization puts him up to. There's a distant, small tangle of feeling in his chest; Meropide had once been his trade-off, too. His better alternative. ]
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There's probably no sense in zeroing in on this, either, but he does. Lyney already mentioned the cruelties of the world. But the wording makes it realer, makes it more tangible in Wriothesley's empty hands. ]
"Another" person, huh. [ Did he ever many any such vow to his siblings? He doesn't recall. ] You've been through a lot.
[ And they'll continue to at the hands of the Fatui, so long as that's where their loyalties lie. But there's a lot there that Wriothesley senses he doesn't see, a safety Lyney must deem adequate in exchange for whatever the organization puts him up to. There's a distant, small tangle of feeling in his chest; Meropide had once been his trade-off, too. His better alternative. ]