[It's that as much as anything else that keeps Myr returning and returning, that perception Linden isn't used to being followed in his conversational excursions. Part for the thrill of it, the untangling of every skeined verbal puzzle presented him; part for the ache in Myr's own heart to imagine the utter loneliness of being heard but not understood.
Well, not entirely imagined, but the experience of months does not even approach that of a lifetime.]
We might wish otherwise, but without that necessary opposition we'd all of us lack the grist to create something to the Maker's delight--whether we become the lonely hero seeking out evil at its own level or the scarred champion prone to more direct means of defeating it.
[He is and isn't speaking of Rich. A knight-enchanter had his duty.] What damage should they accept to themselves in the pursuit of justice? Should they be ready to pay a price beyond their lives, to suffer a twisting of their minds and souls, to see evil quieted?
[I think you risk too much of the man and the mind I'm fond of.]
How am I to take its pride in what it does? Its lack of regard for other thinking, sensitive beings beyond the wishes it takes from its user? If not a willful monster, then something with instincts and venom dangerous as a wyvern's. I've heard they can be tamed and ridden--by utter madmen--but if they can't be left alone in peace in their own territory, what can be done with them?
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Well, not entirely imagined, but the experience of months does not even approach that of a lifetime.]
We might wish otherwise, but without that necessary opposition we'd all of us lack the grist to create something to the Maker's delight--whether we become the lonely hero seeking out evil at its own level or the scarred champion prone to more direct means of defeating it.
[He is and isn't speaking of Rich. A knight-enchanter had his duty.] What damage should they accept to themselves in the pursuit of justice? Should they be ready to pay a price beyond their lives, to suffer a twisting of their minds and souls, to see evil quieted?
[I think you risk too much of the man and the mind I'm fond of.]
How am I to take its pride in what it does? Its lack of regard for other thinking, sensitive beings beyond the wishes it takes from its user? If not a willful monster, then something with instincts and venom dangerous as a wyvern's. I've heard they can be tamed and ridden--by utter madmen--but if they can't be left alone in peace in their own territory, what can be done with them?