[She is too good a person. It hardly takes an extended conversation to reach that conclusion. She's not the first overly nice person he's met either. How is it that he keeps crossing paths with types like these?
Her line of questioning makes him freeze up. He's thankful he's not in her physical proximity. He doesn't know how to answer her and a part of him doesn't even want to. What is there to say? Maybe it's best to be as sparse with his information as possible.]
I am a soldier of a hopeless world.
[It sounds edgy and angst-ridden. The sad thing is that... it is all he says and likely more. A prince-turned-soldier who's in a war he cannot win. The gods have forsaken Midgard. And him.]
no subject
Her line of questioning makes him freeze up. He's thankful he's not in her physical proximity. He doesn't know how to answer her and a part of him doesn't even want to. What is there to say? Maybe it's best to be as sparse with his information as possible.]
I am a soldier of a hopeless world.
[It sounds edgy and angst-ridden. The sad thing is that... it is all he says and likely more. A prince-turned-soldier who's in a war he cannot win. The gods have forsaken Midgard. And him.]