[ Scorn he has suffered, and he has no doubt that there's even more in his future. But, perhaps unlike Achilles, he's accustomed to it; his kind are ostracized even among their own people, and to find any measure of acceptance at all is an unexpected surprise. No one bows to a death knight except out of fear.
He makes a 'tch' noise in his throat as he moves around the anvil. Nalawi is not a livid wound anymore, but the conflict still burns in his patchwork memory. How he was dismissed; disrespected. It galls him, even now, spurred as he is towards his base emotions. But it's also the past, and there's no point dwelling on it.
Besides, Achilles has a point. ]
I cannot say. I suppose we did not give each other enough time to find out.
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He makes a 'tch' noise in his throat as he moves around the anvil. Nalawi is not a livid wound anymore, but the conflict still burns in his patchwork memory. How he was dismissed; disrespected. It galls him, even now, spurred as he is towards his base emotions. But it's also the past, and there's no point dwelling on it.
Besides, Achilles has a point. ]
I cannot say. I suppose we did not give each other enough time to find out.