[Except you don't know me that well, he's on the verge of saying--but then he must allow that that could be the quality Kuai is talking about. Peevish argumentativeness. The chafing need to rally against the boxes people try to put him in.
He bites it off. There's something more pressing to ask, anyway.]
You'd still forgive the student who wanted you dead? [That surprises M.K.] Why?
[Big words, those, and ones that require a generosity of spirit he doesn't have. Forgiveness. Such a strange concept to try and wrap his head around after the single-minded hostilities of war driving them all to hotter tempers and greater brutalities.
As for whether the man should step inside his head, it's not his place to say, though some perverse part of him thinks there'd be no better way to tell if he's indeed like the person Kuai knows than to live his thoughts in those final moments. His silence speaks for him. Gripping the towel by either end, he looks off over the water.]
I had a Master once, too. I killed her and helped destroy her order. [Finally, he speaks, and with the same firm, clipped frankness underlying previous snippets of his life he's shared. But he seems to be taking great care in picking his words.] That's why I thought you'd been in my head--me and this student of yours have that in common. But it wasn't ambition for me. The Master thought keeping our people in chains was the only way they could live--the clan she built was built on lies.
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He bites it off. There's something more pressing to ask, anyway.]
You'd still forgive the student who wanted you dead? [That surprises M.K.] Why?
[Big words, those, and ones that require a generosity of spirit he doesn't have. Forgiveness. Such a strange concept to try and wrap his head around after the single-minded hostilities of war driving them all to hotter tempers and greater brutalities.
As for whether the man should step inside his head, it's not his place to say, though some perverse part of him thinks there'd be no better way to tell if he's indeed like the person Kuai knows than to live his thoughts in those final moments. His silence speaks for him. Gripping the towel by either end, he looks off over the water.]
I had a Master once, too. I killed her and helped destroy her order. [Finally, he speaks, and with the same firm, clipped frankness underlying previous snippets of his life he's shared. But he seems to be taking great care in picking his words.] That's why I thought you'd been in my head--me and this student of yours have that in common. But it wasn't ambition for me. The Master thought keeping our people in chains was the only way they could live--the clan she built was built on lies.