[He's silent another moment, his nails finding their way to that bandage on his arm and picking at it as he caters to his nerves. He finds his voice, and it's far quieter than it had been.]
It's... funny, really. Back home, in Bear Den, is where I would have something to prove to others. I have a lineage I cannot possibly uphold. A bloodline that dies with me, and a demise that, thanks to this place, I have been able to measure how awful it will be for those who remain. But it is here that I have found a way to stave off my affliction, and a reason to even do so. And I have asked myself time and time again: where is it I should be? Is it worse to be here, fed upon by false gods but truly living, or back home, where I am damned in both life and death?
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I suppose.
[He's silent another moment, his nails finding their way to that bandage on his arm and picking at it as he caters to his nerves. He finds his voice, and it's far quieter than it had been.]
It's... funny, really. Back home, in Bear Den, is where I would have something to prove to others. I have a lineage I cannot possibly uphold. A bloodline that dies with me, and a demise that, thanks to this place, I have been able to measure how awful it will be for those who remain. But it is here that I have found a way to stave off my affliction, and a reason to even do so. And I have asked myself time and time again: where is it I should be? Is it worse to be here, fed upon by false gods but truly living, or back home, where I am damned in both life and death?