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[voiceofanimus]

[Caim has spent over a month contemplating exactly how to address the network or even if he should. Part of him thinks subtlety is the right pathway to take. Another part of him is convinced that he doesn't care. What does he have to hide, really? Who can really stop him?

The best thing about text is that no one can detect the uncertainty in his words or in how he phrases them. But maybe his texting is a little too perfect. In a world of shorthand and acronyms, written habits remain habits and do not die easily.]

This land is full of madness, I see. Its beasts prowling as the moons transform.

[It's a wonder the streets don't fill with blood during the cycles, considering he's of the opinion a Moonblessed beast is hardly any different from a feral one in the wild. He has yet to experience his own changes, though he doesn't feel a particular investment for or against that concept.]

I must know if there is a smithy in Lunatia.

[Obviously to defend himself against said 'beasties.' (Untrue.) He'll get a sword in one way or another. Even if he has to have someone custom make him one. Although it's probably wisest not to let Caim have a sword.]

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[voiceofanimus]

[No matter how many times he might hear it, Caim has no idea what to do with one's gratitude. Although he supposes he heard it back in Midgard, too. That's a little bit different from the current scenario, however. Awkwardly he shifts. Don't do that, Dextera. Caim doesn't know how to be a friend or how to act the way friends do. And he's just not worth the effort.

He shakes his head before he continues.]

All of us are bonded to something. Swords. Obligations. You may not feel particularly bonded to this weapon of yours, yet it is undeniably yours. There is no other in which it could bond to. Perhaps you did not take notice of it before.

[Although considering Dextera being less than eager to wield it unless necessary, it would make sense that he wouldn't perceive it as a bond. Caim has to consider that for some moments and he chooses, then, to better explain his own situation. Dextera has likely earned it.]

Our happenstances are different. I grew with a sword in hand. Found I rather preferred the company of them to people.

[He looks nostalgic for just a moment. Only one. But there's humanity in him still, it seems.]

[passio]

[ dextera is not surprised at all to hear that. naturally, he wonders what kind of circumstances would lead someone to wield a sword from youth, but it doesn’t always have to be as dire as his imagination supplies. it could merely have been a hobby—though in all honesty, dextera doubts that generous interpretation.

all that matters is that it’s ended up with caim like this. preferring swords to people. his core is probably something to behold, but dextera thinks he must still be a little off from needing purification. that nostalgic look is yet human. ]

…

[ he nods. ]

There isn’t as much a need for swords here… I hope you can find your comfort somewhere between the world and your weapons.

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[Really? Does Dextera believe that? Caim has seen a few situations where swords or weapons of any kind have been necessary evils. More necessary than evil people, anyway. Although naturally 'evil' is rather subject to interpretation and Caim's definition of the word is... Like many, a little questionable.

He cocks an eyebrow to his fellow sword-toting companion—friend?—and he almost laughs. Almost. It's a horribly awkward and stunted sound.]

Untrue. I can think of a few situations where having a sword would have been beneficial. I would concede, however, that the times in which such things are practical are far and few between in comparison to one who has emerged from war-torn lands.

[He'll give you that, Dextera, You're not completely wrong, but you aren't completely right, either.

Maybe it's Caim's place to find the centre between those two concepts. What lies there, however? What can a man like him do...?]