[Once again, Młynar sizes the strange girl up. Compared to him, she was tiny and frail-looking. Almost like glass to him. The idea that she was a combatant was almost unbelievable. Then again, one of Terra’s greatest markswomen went around the world and took on monsters from a wheelchair, so there was no judging based on appearance.
Besides, he had personally learned that lesson all too well in his younger days. As a wandering knight, he had almost perished from underestimating a particularly irritable ice Caster.]
Good. I imagine that there are some dangerous kinds here, based on this world's focus on punishment for grave sins. I would hate to see you come to harm.
[That’s strange- he genuinely means it. There’s a part of him that believes that this world is better off for having someone like Rinoa around. He’d only just met her, and he was already coming to these conclusions? Maybe he was going soft.]
Still, there you are again, mentioning the things you’ve seen. You’re oddly cheerful for someone who knows combat. Not to generalize, but most of my peers from the battlefield are shockingly more… jaded, perhaps.
[He means traumatized, but he doesn’t dare say it. There’s a halting hesitation in the knight’s words. Almost as if he was afraid of somehow damaging some kind of delicate innocence that he saw in the girl. She had just told him that she was a fighter, but somehow it was difficult to accept based on what he knew of her.]
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Besides, he had personally learned that lesson all too well in his younger days. As a wandering knight, he had almost perished from underestimating a particularly irritable ice Caster.]
Good. I imagine that there are some dangerous kinds here, based on this world's focus on punishment for grave sins. I would hate to see you come to harm.
[That’s strange- he genuinely means it. There’s a part of him that believes that this world is better off for having someone like Rinoa around. He’d only just met her, and he was already coming to these conclusions? Maybe he was going soft.]
Still, there you are again, mentioning the things you’ve seen. You’re oddly cheerful for someone who knows combat. Not to generalize, but most of my peers from the battlefield are shockingly more… jaded, perhaps.
[He means traumatized, but he doesn’t dare say it. There’s a halting hesitation in the knight’s words. Almost as if he was afraid of somehow damaging some kind of delicate innocence that he saw in the girl. She had just told him that she was a fighter, but somehow it was difficult to accept based on what he knew of her.]