[august lets his answer settle. he has no greater good when all he yearns for is 'more' and his moral compass points in odd directions for more information and power with risky outcomes. that's what he's good at finding. there might be room for more here if he allows it, for the story that emmrich paints for him so nicely.
the necromancer is better, with his practice and his tired guilt, because august can be sure just by looking at him he'll try to keep his word. nothing about february was peaceful, but the result - the true end, may very well be. time will tell.]
Do you really believe learning about their magic will give us answers?
[not mocking, august's youth shows through his expression, a flicker of hope beneath his hardened expression. there's purity in those answers and god forbid they have a little hope. the fantasy doesn't stick and it's snuffed out by his own version of their reality. words he can share with a stranger but never his friends, lest he ruin the hope in them, too.]
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the necromancer is better, with his practice and his tired guilt, because august can be sure just by looking at him he'll try to keep his word. nothing about february was peaceful, but the result - the true end, may very well be. time will tell.]
Do you really believe learning about their magic will give us answers?
[not mocking, august's youth shows through his expression, a flicker of hope beneath his hardened expression. there's purity in those answers and god forbid they have a little hope. the fantasy doesn't stick and it's snuffed out by his own version of their reality. words he can share with a stranger but never his friends, lest he ruin the hope in them, too.]
I don't.