[It's telling how quickly that answer leaves his lips. Not out of stubbornness, or some silly thing like embarrassment. It is spoken in haste, in assuredness, because it is drawn out from his own experiences. It is the only truth that he knows, that those who claim to help will all disappear, one way or another. Such is the life of an immortal, and before he was immortal, such was the sickening truth regarding those who had pretended to care -- his family, his people, friends that turned away so quickly at the very thought of him twisting into something inhuman. Perhaps if he had even a smallest pillar of support at the time, things would've turned out differently for him, but Ardyn no longer dwells on these what ifs. Only that what happened did happen, and it left an acrid taste in his mouth, let his humanity rot and his heart to turn cruel.
So, yes. It is impossible to believe. He doesn't believe her to be lying, but he has little faith in how long this rather novel idea of hers will last in her head.]
Wayward sentiment will get you nowhere. [The fire in his hand vacillates between flickering bright and waning, indicative of magic just left to burn raw.] But as I said, do what you like.
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[It's telling how quickly that answer leaves his lips. Not out of stubbornness, or some silly thing like embarrassment. It is spoken in haste, in assuredness, because it is drawn out from his own experiences. It is the only truth that he knows, that those who claim to help will all disappear, one way or another. Such is the life of an immortal, and before he was immortal, such was the sickening truth regarding those who had pretended to care -- his family, his people, friends that turned away so quickly at the very thought of him twisting into something inhuman. Perhaps if he had even a smallest pillar of support at the time, things would've turned out differently for him, but Ardyn no longer dwells on these what ifs. Only that what happened did happen, and it left an acrid taste in his mouth, let his humanity rot and his heart to turn cruel.
So, yes. It is impossible to believe. He doesn't believe her to be lying, but he has little faith in how long this rather novel idea of hers will last in her head.]
Wayward sentiment will get you nowhere. [The fire in his hand vacillates between flickering bright and waning, indicative of magic just left to burn raw.] But as I said, do what you like.