"Yet". [Ven repeats to word, sighing to himself. He was unsure of how to feel about it. He had always assumed fighting back against the tyrannical king would be how he met his end, but this? Seriously?
He'd much rather go out fighting then twiddling his thumbs and waiting like this.
All the same, he isn't alone here, isn't the only one trapped in this same situation. He couldn't help but wonder, though; if he was being sentenced for treason, and he was most definitely guilty, what were the crimes of others here, and were they really criminals or just someone unlucky enough to be on the wrong side of a conflict?
He doesn't voice any of his pondering, instead offering a hand in return and smiling.]
Ven.
[don't you dare find out his name is Vincent and call him that, he loathes the name Vincent.]
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He'd much rather go out fighting then twiddling his thumbs and waiting like this.
All the same, he isn't alone here, isn't the only one trapped in this same situation. He couldn't help but wonder, though; if he was being sentenced for treason, and he was most definitely guilty, what were the crimes of others here, and were they really criminals or just someone unlucky enough to be on the wrong side of a conflict?
He doesn't voice any of his pondering, instead offering a hand in return and smiling.]
Ven.
[don't you dare find out his name is Vincent and call him that, he loathes the name Vincent.]