That earns the Ascian another short laugh, though weak.
"Even I get tired of fighting all the time, you know," he says softly. "I'll be dead one day, one way or another. What's the point of spending what precious little time I have on conflict- on wounding folk- when I don't have to? I'd rather help. What's the point in making my life one that brings more harm, than help? What's the point of drowning myself in hatred and anger and war- when I could just take respite in the brief moments of peace afforded to me?"
"Scorn me all you like," Felih murmurs, "but if my enemy would lay down their arms for a day, I would not deny them that moment of peace, too. At the end of it all, we're just two people trying to get through another day."
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"Even I get tired of fighting all the time, you know," he says softly. "I'll be dead one day, one way or another. What's the point of spending what precious little time I have on conflict- on wounding folk- when I don't have to? I'd rather help. What's the point in making my life one that brings more harm, than help? What's the point of drowning myself in hatred and anger and war- when I could just take respite in the brief moments of peace afforded to me?"
"Scorn me all you like," Felih murmurs, "but if my enemy would lay down their arms for a day, I would not deny them that moment of peace, too. At the end of it all, we're just two people trying to get through another day."
"...even you must get tired, musn't you?"