[Młynar stands in quiet contemplation, patiently listening to each of Rinoa’s comments. She was speaking from the heart, even if she hadn’t disclosed everything. As someone who lives by a similar philosophy- pushing through trauma to rise up to the duties he still has- her words resonated with him. The only difference was this spirit of rebellion. He was a thinker, who stewed in his thoughts, the meaning of every event and what he could do to prevent it from ever happening again.
Or perhaps more accurately, he broods. At least, that’s what his sister calls it.]
That is reassuring to hear. Though I'm hardly so noble. Or villainous. I’m just a soldier who fought for his country. Then I stopped and took up paperwork once I decided I couldn’t endorse the acts done under that flag. In that sense, I’m the opposite, the good man who did nothing.
[A brief sigh leaves his lips. He was once again sharing more than intended, as if Rinoa’s openness inspired the same in him. It was strangely terrifying. However, it’s her attitude that impresses him far more. She speaks like a soldier. He had heard similar words many a time from his comrades, and he realizes that he had been wrong to underestimate her.
As a small show of respect for her honesty, the knight drops all pretenses, lifting the box away from their shared grasp and balancing it on his shoulder. If she wants to question it, he’ll leave it up to her. But for now, a single arm holds it in place as the comically oversized object teeters in place.]
It’s what makes me respect your approach. Voices expressing doubts and regrets while doing nothing have long echoed far and wide. Your rebellion seems more productive- I can’t help but wonder what kind of cause inspired it within you.
[In another life, Młynar could have been a poet, with his penchant for prose. Those that know him eventually get used to it. Hopefully it’s too much for Rinoa.]
PTSD brings people to *very interesting* conversation topics, it seems.
Or perhaps more accurately, he broods. At least, that’s what his sister calls it.]
That is reassuring to hear. Though I'm hardly so noble. Or villainous. I’m just a soldier who fought for his country. Then I stopped and took up paperwork once I decided I couldn’t endorse the acts done under that flag. In that sense, I’m the opposite, the good man who did nothing.
[A brief sigh leaves his lips. He was once again sharing more than intended, as if Rinoa’s openness inspired the same in him. It was strangely terrifying. However, it’s her attitude that impresses him far more. She speaks like a soldier. He had heard similar words many a time from his comrades, and he realizes that he had been wrong to underestimate her.
As a small show of respect for her honesty, the knight drops all pretenses, lifting the box away from their shared grasp and balancing it on his shoulder. If she wants to question it, he’ll leave it up to her. But for now, a single arm holds it in place as the comically oversized object teeters in place.]
It’s what makes me respect your approach. Voices expressing doubts and regrets while doing nothing have long echoed far and wide. Your rebellion seems more productive- I can’t help but wonder what kind of cause inspired it within you.
[In another life, Młynar could have been a poet, with his penchant for prose. Those that know him eventually get used to it. Hopefully it’s too much for Rinoa.]