[being his usual brusque self, never one for too much talk, aster doesn't quite pick up on the fact that it's his question that was too cruel — as far as he's concerned, a hundred years is a hundred years, and he'd be surprised if his own legacy lasted a hundred years.
heroes die, and aster knows that well. if they don't die on the battlefield, they die in times of peace, when no one cares enough to remember them anymore.
that's not ardbert's problem, though, and aster looks pensive for a moment before he sits on the edge of one of his logs, looking as though whatever he planned to say has gotten stuck in his throat. he looks down, blue gaze falling into his lap, and then he looks up at ardbert again.]
...No, it wasn't like that for me. But you... you didn't do anything wrong, Ardbert. You worked with the outcomes and the choices you were given.
[he's not sure if this helps at all, really. maybe this will only make ardbert all the more angry — a resentful ghost spitting curses in aster's ear. but he's prepared to accept that outcome.]
Given the same circumstances, I might have wound up the same way.
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heroes die, and aster knows that well. if they don't die on the battlefield, they die in times of peace, when no one cares enough to remember them anymore.
that's not ardbert's problem, though, and aster looks pensive for a moment before he sits on the edge of one of his logs, looking as though whatever he planned to say has gotten stuck in his throat. he looks down, blue gaze falling into his lap, and then he looks up at ardbert again.]
...No, it wasn't like that for me. But you... you didn't do anything wrong, Ardbert. You worked with the outcomes and the choices you were given.
[he's not sure if this helps at all, really. maybe this will only make ardbert all the more angry — a resentful ghost spitting curses in aster's ear. but he's prepared to accept that outcome.]
Given the same circumstances, I might have wound up the same way.