If they are not open, and they have no reason to be, then it would be all the wiser for the Moonblessed to assume our bests interests are not their intentions. Let them prove themselves.
[The thing about strategy is that there's never one way and one way only to do something. Caim's concept of strategy is best on the field of battle and maybe there's some arrogance there because he's a clever and cunning man when not blinded by madness and rage. Before coming to Lunatia, there's a good chance he would have lost all of that. It's true that he may be left with something melancholy, but the livid nature still resides within his veins. Perhaps then, it is wisest to assume he is simply biding his time.
Or maybe the select few who have chosen to imprint themselves on him have inadvertently acted as a means for keeping his rage to a minimum.
He finds himself looking over to her again when she nudges him. What is with all of that personal contact? Not that it's unpleasant, because it's not, even though he doesn't want to really think about it like that. He'd rather not think about it at all.]
I have had allies where I come from. ['Had' being the keyword. He's watched all of them perish. Well. Maybe not all of them. But in the end, perhaps they were simply a means to an end. Either way, he doesn't seem particularly keen on discussing the happenstance of Midgard or of those who travelled with him.] You speak with purpose. Do you have a plan?
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[The thing about strategy is that there's never one way and one way only to do something. Caim's concept of strategy is best on the field of battle and maybe there's some arrogance there because he's a clever and cunning man when not blinded by madness and rage. Before coming to Lunatia, there's a good chance he would have lost all of that. It's true that he may be left with something melancholy, but the livid nature still resides within his veins. Perhaps then, it is wisest to assume he is simply biding his time.
Or maybe the select few who have chosen to imprint themselves on him have inadvertently acted as a means for keeping his rage to a minimum.
He finds himself looking over to her again when she nudges him. What is with all of that personal contact? Not that it's unpleasant, because it's not, even though he doesn't want to really think about it like that. He'd rather not think about it at all.]
I have had allies where I come from. ['Had' being the keyword. He's watched all of them perish. Well. Maybe not all of them. But in the end, perhaps they were simply a means to an end. Either way, he doesn't seem particularly keen on discussing the happenstance of Midgard or of those who travelled with him.] You speak with purpose. Do you have a plan?