[The news of Varis' death likewise leaves him feeling...odd, yet he finds it the piece of the tale hardest to believe. Mayhap he was too involved with the going ons of the First to notice that particular soul joining once more with the lifestream, yet at the same time he finds that hard to believe.
Yet, he believes him. As he keeps his eyes on Estinien, the genuine and stoic way he delivers the news speaks not of falsehood. How troubling.
He and Varis did not have a close relationship, though arguably closer than he had with most mortals. A wall of contention and negligence built between them once his son had passed, strengthened by the look of him, that robust and large body naught but a reminder of his foolish lapse. A painful, necessary lesson he tells himself. Still, there's a twinge in his chest he cannot put words to, one that he pushes himself to ignore.]
I need not your sympathies, Varis reaped what he sowed with that boy of his. He was but a pawn, one that believed his purpose far greater than what it was, and through his hubris he brought about his own demise.
[Recollecting himself, he sighs with a shake of his head and a wide gesturing of his arms. His deeper tone of voice growing light, and far less serious. As if trying to cast off the weight of the news, and what impact it truly has.]
You mortals certainly enjoy making a mess of everything, but it matters not. We will but start again--but I thank you for this most valuable information. Gives me much to think on.
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Yet, he believes him. As he keeps his eyes on Estinien, the genuine and stoic way he delivers the news speaks not of falsehood. How troubling.
He and Varis did not have a close relationship, though arguably closer than he had with most mortals. A wall of contention and negligence built between them once his son had passed, strengthened by the look of him, that robust and large body naught but a reminder of his foolish lapse. A painful, necessary lesson he tells himself. Still, there's a twinge in his chest he cannot put words to, one that he pushes himself to ignore.]
I need not your sympathies, Varis reaped what he sowed with that boy of his. He was but a pawn, one that believed his purpose far greater than what it was, and through his hubris he brought about his own demise.
[Recollecting himself, he sighs with a shake of his head and a wide gesturing of his arms. His deeper tone of voice growing light, and far less serious. As if trying to cast off the weight of the news, and what impact it truly has.]
You mortals certainly enjoy making a mess of everything, but it matters not. We will but start again--but I thank you for this most valuable information. Gives me much to think on.