[ Her voice is as strong and confident as the Warrior of Light and Darkness that she is, however she soon falters; pauses. Wonders if she is the best choice to continue speaking the words on her tongue. If they would hold the same weight.
She gives a faint, quick shake of her head, realigning her thoughts. There are likely few better qualified than her to say the following, and so she speaks again: ]
Between being alone, and being alone. There is a difference.
[ While she doesn't speak again immediately, it's clear enough that she's gathering her thoughts and putting consideration into her words. ]
Surrounded by comrades-in-arms, allies, rivals, friends, enemies, family... The entire world could be by your side, and still you would be alone.
[ For so long it had been her mantle that set a distance between her and most others. People had expectations of her, and she did her best to live up to them. In doing so, she also set herself apart from others. Became living legend and was treated as such. ]
To accept the hand one offers would require you to reach for their hand in turn, and this is something you seem to deny yourself.
As you are now, you will accomplish nothing because you offer nothing.
[ It is still odd to speak at such length in one burst, especially when she knows at least one person here will listen. Her throat aches and she takes a sip of her tea, permitting herself to tilt her weight sideways now to lean more fully against her ... person of unfortunately grand significance. (her own unconscious way of stealing some comfort, both physical and not.)
She does not know Somnus, nor the precise details of his circumstance, nor what it is he is doing. She does not like to make assumptions, but so too has he made it impossible to gain any insight.
Still, as she sips her tea she feels embarrassed; uncomfortable. Doubts that she should have said anything rather than simply staying silent, as she is so accustomed to being.
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[ Her voice is as strong and confident as the Warrior of Light and Darkness that she is, however she soon falters; pauses. Wonders if she is the best choice to continue speaking the words on her tongue. If they would hold the same weight.
She gives a faint, quick shake of her head, realigning her thoughts. There are likely few better qualified than her to say the following, and so she speaks again: ]
Between being alone, and being alone. There is a difference.
[ While she doesn't speak again immediately, it's clear enough that she's gathering her thoughts and putting consideration into her words. ]
Surrounded by comrades-in-arms, allies, rivals, friends, enemies, family... The entire world could be by your side, and still you would be alone.
[ For so long it had been her mantle that set a distance between her and most others. People had expectations of her, and she did her best to live up to them. In doing so, she also set herself apart from others. Became living legend and was treated as such. ]
To accept the hand one offers would require you to reach for their hand in turn, and this is something you seem to deny yourself.
As you are now, you will accomplish nothing because you offer nothing.
[ It is still odd to speak at such length in one burst, especially when she knows at least one person here will listen. Her throat aches and she takes a sip of her tea, permitting herself to tilt her weight sideways now to lean more fully against her ... person of unfortunately grand significance. (her own unconscious way of stealing some comfort, both physical and not.)
She does not know Somnus, nor the precise details of his circumstance, nor what it is he is doing. She does not like to make assumptions, but so too has he made it impossible to gain any insight.
Still, as she sips her tea she feels embarrassed; uncomfortable. Doubts that she should have said anything rather than simply staying silent, as she is so accustomed to being.
Another sip of tea.
(she wishes it were hot chocolate). ]