People in the general sense seem much the same wherever one might go.
[Only Amaurot ever seemed greatly different.
He listens to Ardyn's words quietly, toying with a captured piece.]
It is in such times bereft that the soul shines brightest with its true nature. That you still care for him, I should think, is only the natural extension of who you are.
[Lifting to make a move, his fingers linger overlong on the queen before he slides her across the board.]
The deepest sort of love may twist into hatred, but it does not fade. That yours has not speaks only well of you. I find it not strange at all. I barely know him and yet worry for what I see; I can only imagine how much it must gnaw at you, no matter how much your memories of happier times may have faded.
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[Only Amaurot ever seemed greatly different.
He listens to Ardyn's words quietly, toying with a captured piece.]
It is in such times bereft that the soul shines brightest with its true nature. That you still care for him, I should think, is only the natural extension of who you are.
[Lifting to make a move, his fingers linger overlong on the queen before he slides her across the board.]
The deepest sort of love may twist into hatred, but it does not fade. That yours has not speaks only well of you. I find it not strange at all. I barely know him and yet worry for what I see; I can only imagine how much it must gnaw at you, no matter how much your memories of happier times may have faded.