[ it isn't entirely wrong. but, when you've lived through such an extended period of time, does life in its entirety not feel like a giant sea of complacency. the only things that changed in the years is his distinct lack of a place he can truly label as "home." mo studios comes relatively close, as his paintings, but it's different. he doesn't doubt that it's equally as complex for the man in front of him. ] Whether we should or shouldn't— it's not always up to us.
[ or so he says, even if it's normal to fight against fate; to brush against the current rather than permit it to take you somewhere else entirely. but, it's easier for him to take this stance if just to infuse some level of disinterest to his tone.
but, when he sees that marginal shift on the other man's face, he can't deny relating to it. just a bit. when he sees them bring out the other refreshments, he does reach over to the cart they're hauled on. pulling out a particular bottle of wine, before handing it to the servant to pour out for sylus.
not him stopping them from leaving. ] An opportunity, huh? [ he seems to ponder over this, before shaking his head slightly. ] Then should we drink to a new beginning? [ he says this with a hint of smile on his lips, his head tilting as if to silently challenge him to taking up this mantle.
while he'd never say it, it isn't a terrible thing to be familiar with the one single inkling and reminder he has to "home." even if it's a way neither of them may have wanted or expected. but, that's not to say it stops him from getting one last word in. ] Or do you not do that in the N109 Zone?
me 2 sylus!!!
[ or so he says, even if it's normal to fight against fate; to brush against the current rather than permit it to take you somewhere else entirely. but, it's easier for him to take this stance if just to infuse some level of disinterest to his tone.
but, when he sees that marginal shift on the other man's face, he can't deny relating to it. just a bit. when he sees them bring out the other refreshments, he does reach over to the cart they're hauled on. pulling out a particular bottle of wine, before handing it to the servant to pour out for sylus.
not him stopping them from leaving. ] An opportunity, huh? [ he seems to ponder over this, before shaking his head slightly. ] Then should we drink to a new beginning? [ he says this with a hint of smile on his lips, his head tilting as if to silently challenge him to taking up this mantle.
while he'd never say it, it isn't a terrible thing to be familiar with the one single inkling and reminder he has to "home." even if it's a way neither of them may have wanted or expected. but, that's not to say it stops him from getting one last word in. ] Or do you not do that in the N109 Zone?