Avery was lost to the fight, neck deep in bloodlust, more monster than man. Sure, he's always enjoyed battle. Vanessa had always been his number one goal, but he had never once shied away from a fight or adventure, searched it out even.
But this... This had been different. And Ekkehardt shrugged it off as though it was nothing. Healed him. Called them even.
He just didn't get it.
"Right," he sighs out, and rubs his forehead. "Um. Thanks." He waves a hand. "Not for the whole 'not slitting my throat thing.' Pretty sure that part's obvious. The shoulder. Healing it, I mean."
He waves a hand again, his tone casual. "This is hardly a fight to the death, so it would be irresponsible of me not to fix what I've caused." At least, for him. For others, it's more a battle of incapacitation.
"You seem a bit confused," he says, looking him over. "Though I suppose you didn't expect me to be a healer, so I forgive the assumption."
He opens his mouth and closes it again, repeating the action several times before he's finally able to speak. "Well... yes but that's not the biggest thing here.
I just don't get you. How are you okay with how I acted? I was hardly better than some... some bloodstarved beast there! And you blow it off like nothing happened?"
He merely shrugs. He's taking this whole thing much better than Avery is, apparently. "What's done is done. Making you feel guilty for it is foolish. And it's not a sin to enjoy yourself in combat."
He shakes his head. "Put another way...does thinking about all those you killed in defense of your kingdom feel better if you stained their hands with your blood without feeling anything? Death is death."
If it's not a sin, it sure feels like one. "I don't know," he answers honestly. "I feel like I at least owe them some guilt, but..." But even before all of this, there had only been triumph.
Maybe something's been wrong with him since the very start.
He glances at him for a moment, and then sighs. "Well, do what you like. Wallowing in self-pity and bemoaning your feelings is an unproductive activity, but if it truly makes you feel better, I suppose I can't argue it."
He'd almost said unattractive, which was technically true but an odd choice of word to pop into his head. He puts it out of his mind.
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Avery was lost to the fight, neck deep in bloodlust, more monster than man. Sure, he's always enjoyed battle. Vanessa had always been his number one goal, but he had never once shied away from a fight or adventure, searched it out even.
But this... This had been different. And Ekkehardt shrugged it off as though it was nothing. Healed him. Called them even.
He just didn't get it.
"Right," he sighs out, and rubs his forehead. "Um. Thanks." He waves a hand. "Not for the whole 'not slitting my throat thing.' Pretty sure that part's obvious. The shoulder. Healing it, I mean."
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"You seem a bit confused," he says, looking him over. "Though I suppose you didn't expect me to be a healer, so I forgive the assumption."
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I just don't get you. How are you okay with how I acted? I was hardly better than some... some bloodstarved beast there! And you blow it off like nothing happened?"
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He shakes his head. "Put another way...does thinking about all those you killed in defense of your kingdom feel better if you stained their hands with your blood without feeling anything? Death is death."
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Maybe something's been wrong with him since the very start.
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He'd almost said unattractive, which was technically true but an odd choice of word to pop into his head. He puts it out of his mind.