Just— nothing, I don't know. [It's stupid to try and explain it, whatever it even is. Some kind of nagging hunch clawing at the back of his mind, despite the fact that it doesn't even make sense: trying to leap into accusations of magisters abusing magitech for crude experimentation beyond the scars Fenris already has without proof is about as ridiculous as calling them villains.
They're people.
shitty, shitty people.
They don't get the excuse of a narrative; they don't deserve it, besides. What sane person could look at a soft-mouthed hound like this and not value the kindness of his odd, lingering presence. The way he presses in, though gods know it has to ache when he's scraped up and bandaged tight via the most makeshift treatment known to all elfkind.]
Did you....I mean did....erhgh. [He's thinking. He's thinking.] Was it always after something happened? A bad fight? Punishment?
Maybe could get our estate healer to help, once this is all over.
[After all:] It'll be a problem if you wake up with a start one day and don't recognize the people you've been hired to safeguard. I don't think my parents would look all too kindly on that kind of workplace mishap.
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They're people.
shitty, shitty people.
They don't get the excuse of a narrative; they don't deserve it, besides. What sane person could look at a soft-mouthed hound like this and not value the kindness of his odd, lingering presence. The way he presses in, though gods know it has to ache when he's scraped up and bandaged tight via the most makeshift treatment known to all elfkind.]
Did you....I mean did....erhgh. [He's thinking. He's thinking.] Was it always after something happened? A bad fight? Punishment?
Maybe could get our estate healer to help, once this is all over.
[After all:] It'll be a problem if you wake up with a start one day and don't recognize the people you've been hired to safeguard. I don't think my parents would look all too kindly on that kind of workplace mishap.
[I don't want you to forget me.]