I was more than ready to do so if needed when I faced the Endsinger.
[They all wanted her to return home whole and hale. But to ignore the very real possibility of failure, of falling short where the great and powerful Ancients felt only a God could hold back the dam of fate...that was folly.]
And not just her. I've held the force of burning, poisoning light within me while confronting a sorcerer of eld. I've helped wrench the grasp of a ruthless empire from two lands under its yolk. I've stared down the faces of gods great and small, brought forth by all manners of men. I could have died so easily at any time, trying to protect others. Trying to preserve their hopes and futures. Gods know the exact count of how many times I've been launched across a battlefield and lucky to walk away with a mild concussion...
[The sigh she heaves is more like a laugh, a tired and worn thing.]
...But I liked it best to do the small things. I always have. It costs nothing to be kind - there is no sacrifice, no threat. Just...doing. Living in the moment with those around you. There is triumph in that sort of end, I think.
[How else to say it...were she as half as gifted with words as her friends. If they were poets and scholars as well as warriors, then she was merely a warrior.]
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[They all wanted her to return home whole and hale. But to ignore the very real possibility of failure, of falling short where the great and powerful Ancients felt only a God could hold back the dam of fate...that was folly.]
And not just her. I've held the force of burning, poisoning light within me while confronting a sorcerer of eld. I've helped wrench the grasp of a ruthless empire from two lands under its yolk. I've stared down the faces of gods great and small, brought forth by all manners of men. I could have died so easily at any time, trying to protect others. Trying to preserve their hopes and futures. Gods know the exact count of how many times I've been launched across a battlefield and lucky to walk away with a mild concussion...
[The sigh she heaves is more like a laugh, a tired and worn thing.]
...But I liked it best to do the small things. I always have. It costs nothing to be kind - there is no sacrifice, no threat. Just...doing. Living in the moment with those around you. There is triumph in that sort of end, I think.
[How else to say it...were she as half as gifted with words as her friends. If they were poets and scholars as well as warriors, then she was merely a warrior.]