“As much as I would like to say no… As much as I prefer to say all life is precious… I know that would make me foolish. In some circumstances… There is little choice. Sometimes it comes down to you or them. Or someone you love is in danger if you don’t. I’m not sure it can be classified as justified but when there are few options available… Sometimes it is a necessary evil.”
“Of course. Do you think I would just stand there and allow someone to try and kill me? I will kill to survive if I must. However I am no blood thirsty warrior. I will only kill if needed. To me that is justified because I am defending myself. Some criminals are also justified in being killed. They deserve nothing less for their crimes. I am talking like severe cases such as murderers and traitors. The rest should rot in prison.”
“Yes. Some people are deserving of death. I would not wish to be the hand to merit that justice though. It may come to that though in time with the line of work I am pursuing. Hopefully by that time I will be ready for it. For now I shall continue to let others met out that justice.”
“Being forced to watch those I love be tortured or killed yet not be able to do anything to stop it.” Destiney looks away as she answers quietly, clearly uncomfortable by the question. “I can not… I would wish I was dead rather then watch something so cruel. Yet I know there are people out there that would be that cruel.”
“Being tortured most likely. It is not something I have ever truly stopped to consider. Maybe losing everything I have worked so hard to achieve in my short life” He taps a finger against his tome on the desk as he thinks. His ruby carbuncle rubbing against his leg. “Yet these questions… What purpose do they have? If we are held back by what ifs or what could be, then we are truly stifling ourselves. Fear is a potent thing. Life is unpredictable. All we can do is keep pushing forward and not spend time worrying over such trifling things such as this question.”
“Prison of course. It means the fun has ended. That someone has finally managed to capture me. I’d rather die then rot in some gods forsaken prison. Or even Witchdropped.” Alexois smirks as he sharpens his weapons. “I can’t torture Lancey or his cousin from prison. Can’t even have my steamy fun with Aeri if I’m behind bars. So here’s to not being caught alive.” He laughs boldly.
“Hmm. My desire to protect those I consider family, I suppose. It is a good motivator of course. I could be wrong. I am a terrible judge at what others could possibly admire about me. As for doing something morally wrong… I have years ago. I tried to kill myself and take some soldiers out with me. It is not a choice I am proud of but I have come to accept it a bit better now then I used to.”
“My loyalty and honor of course are worth admiring. Not trying to be conceited of course. It is just something I have heard comments on before. That I am honorable and loyal. It is just what comes to me naturally. I have a strong sense of duty to Haillenarte and those I care about. I have yet to actually do anything… No. That is not entirely true. I sided against my family because what they were doing is morally wrong, Then I took my hurt feelings out on Nathaniel while I was drunk. It was wrong of me. I owe him a apology. Possibly more for my poor behavior.”
(Thanks for Asking! @porcelain-and-blood I know you wanted the other kids too but I don’t feel I have enough to answer for them. Alexois is a villain so he has no admirable traits and does morally wrong stuff all the damn time. XD Stefan and Keaira are still developing so it’s hard to say what would be admirable about them and they definitely haven’t done enough to find something morally wrong they have done. Still thank you. :D)
(For her this is definitely a difficult question. It’s something she won’t say is right or wrong. She’s starting to see her relationship with her ex-husband in this sort of way. She’s sort of begun to doubt she ever truly loved him when she compares what she felt for him to the way she felt for Leon or the way she currently feels about Nathaniel.)
“No. Never.”
“Maybe. I can not say. I do not give relationships much thought. I have studies to return to. Excuse me.”
“Sometimes. I think it depends on the situation. As I’ve heard stories of arranged couples. Surely they have intimate relationships without love. I’m not sure yet what I want for myself though in that regard.”
“Losing those I care about.” Destiney answers softly as she looks away. “I know it is always a possibility. All I can do is keep trying to prevent it from happening. Yet at the same time I can not hold too tightly to those I care about for fear of driving them away as well. But it drives me, the risk of losing them every time we leave on a mission. It drives me to try harder. I would rather give my own life then to lose someone I care about.”
“Just the natural answer. Death of course. I have few other things to truly fear. Anything else by comparison is… Minor.” Stefan waves a hand dismissively. “There is still much left in life I wish to see or attempt to accomplish. To fall to death’s cold grasp too soon is my biggest fear.”
(Already answered for Destiney and Lance last night before bed on this question.)
“Honestly? No. I just have to work that much harder rather then to waste time being jealous of someone or something.”
“Maybe? I’m not entirely sure whether I am or not. I’ve barely begun my life outside in the world. No one has really given me anything to be jealous of to find out.”
“Hells yes. I will freely admit such. Hands off what I claim as mine unless you wish to lose a hand or a life. If you have something I want I might just take. Fury be damned if I’m let rules or laws stop me now.”
“I consider myself bisexual. Though I will admit I am a bit more picky about the ladies I like then the men. Not over their looks of course. I mean their personality.”
Hera: Are you the jealous type?
“… Sometimes… Maybe a little…”
Uranus: What are your zodiac signs?
(Nov 17th which makes her a Scorpio.)
Eros: How do you define your sexuality?
“I have no real preference. Not to mention I would not be willing to even sleep with just anyone. I would need a good trust and love for the person before I would even consider such.” (He’s demisexual.)
Hera: Are you the jealous type?
“No. I have no reason to be jealous. I would put my faith into whoever I was with that they would give me no reason to be. Protective is not the same as jealous.”
“It would honestly depend upon the fairytale. I do like some of them. However I am not particularly a fan of those where the woman is portrayed as needing to be rescued. They usually portray the woman as weaker and that she needs the man to save her from bad things. A damsel in distress.” Destiney scoffs and crosses her arms at the thought. “I’ve read more then enough of such stories and I dislike them. Not to say I am against a fairytale where the couple still ends up happily ever after. I will admit I like a bit of a romantic aspect in a fairytale.”
“No. Fairytales only sometimes contain a portion of truth to them. I would rather skip such fanciful stories for something a bit more interesting. Life is no fairytale. One will not simply find a happily ever after. We all make our own paths in life. Do not expect happiness to find or save you.”
“Craziest thing? Well depends on a person’s definition of crazy. To me something may seem mundane while to someone else it may seem crazy.” He pushes his glasses up his nose as his ruby carbuncle sits curled up at his feet. “I would have to say exploring ruins alone. There are plenty of dangers out there in searching ruins. However my ruby friend and I have managed well enough thus far.” He reaches down to gently pet the head of the carbuncle.
“Other then that some may even consider my running away from home at fifteen and surviving on my own to be crazy. However that is quite the story and I do not feel like sharing that at this time.”
Lance stood at the ruins of the Steel Vigil. Today was a day he wished to pay respects to the fallen. To those lost in the attack that claimed the lives of many. By claws and dragon fire. A day he would never forget. He looked up at the shrouded weather of the day as he drew his sword. Looking to the blade as he closed his eyes and let the memories come back of that day here before it was nothing more then ruins.
He remembered the men he was working with. It had seemed like just another day. He had reported back to his commander on the latest movements he had seen while on patrol with an elder knight. He was still newer then most of the knights stationed here for Haillenarte but already accepted into their fold.
Then the attack came. Orders were shouted but things were in chaos soon after. Lance stuck close to his usual team for drills. Fighting back against the beasts that now rushed the halls looking to kill them all.
New orders were shouted. Orders from the commander himself as he went to face the dragons of Nidhogg’s brood that came to bear down upon them all. Smoke and fire choked the halls. Parts of walls were crumbling down around them.
Lance hated the idea of leaving the young lord behind as he commanded the retreat. But he knew orders were to be followed. His fellow knights seemed to be just as torn about the decision as well.
“You heard the commander! Retreat!” Lance barked out the order as he knelt down to help an injured teammate. He would not leave behind someone that could be saved. Another of his fellows took to the other side of the injured man. Together they helped him down the smokey hall towards the exit. The others of their group fending off anything that blocked their path.
Lance glanced back one last time in the direction they had left the young Haillenarte lord. He offered a prayer to Halone for him as he stepped out into the fresh air of Coerthas with the team. The Vigil was lost to them. The best they could do was work together to save those that could escape.
It was a memory Lance would never forget. One of teamwork and one of loss. That day forever etched into his mind. Lives had been saved but many had also been lost. Including the life of Lord Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte who had given his life to help others escape. It was through that sacrifice and the teamwork of his fellow knights that any had managed to escape to see another dawn.
(Thanks. @skysteelsun Sorry for the long wait. I know it’s sort of a mix of teamwork/loss but it was what came to mind. XD)
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