[he supposes it's a measure of mortality. fear and hesitation in the face of something that they don't understand, anything that could be harmful to their normal ways of life...
there's nothing to say one way or the other, of course. just like the reality of the astral spirits, and of himself and his name. would they remain the same? should he risk that? although... even if he didn't, what pseudonym would he be able to give himself?
Melqal - Dohalim, he corrects himself quickly - pulls his hand away with a speed that's almost achingly sad, then steps back to address the barrier. one step at a time, he supposes.]
... Yes. More than, I would say.
[his response is quiet, and now his own gaze turns to the barrier. the last vestiges of separation between himself and the light. and, by the Renan's own admission, a likely retinue of guardsmen. the instinct to fight is never far from him, but Morax shelves it now. no sense in causing undue alarm.]
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[he supposes it's a measure of mortality. fear and hesitation in the face of something that they don't understand, anything that could be harmful to their normal ways of life...
there's nothing to say one way or the other, of course. just like the reality of the astral spirits, and of himself and his name. would they remain the same? should he risk that? although... even if he didn't, what pseudonym would he be able to give himself?
Melqal - Dohalim, he corrects himself quickly - pulls his hand away with a speed that's almost achingly sad, then steps back to address the barrier. one step at a time, he supposes.]
... Yes. More than, I would say.
[his response is quiet, and now his own gaze turns to the barrier. the last vestiges of separation between himself and the light. and, by the Renan's own admission, a likely retinue of guardsmen. the instinct to fight is never far from him, but Morax shelves it now. no sense in causing undue alarm.]