That was one of very few things about which he felt strongly, though the disappointment revealed itself only in the subtle tightening of his jaw. He didn't begrudge the painted boy an undoubtedly rare opportunity to shed some light on the stress boiling just beneath the surface of his skin.
Plus, in the process, he'd shed a fair bit of light on the current political temperature of Novus - and it sounded like Cynix was not the sole horse dealing with some shit at the moment.
Raymond let silence slip between them as he chose his next words carefully, his voice carrying with it a novel sort of gravity. "Measuring your worth by the approval of others will only bring you misery. I know nothing about the strife between Solterra and Denocte of which you speak, or of what you have to put up with, but if you are confident in your own path then those worth your time will recognize your potential without being asked."
He'd had to nurture such an attitude when he'd burned his bridges. There is no place where he was born for what he had become, and a slinking vagabond is friend to no one. Waltzing from place to place as though he belonged there had been a matter of personal survival.
"And if anyone gives you trouble while you're here, I'll kick their ass and beg Florentine's forgiveness later."
Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
@Cynix
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