[Morax doesn't really... know enough, either about people or about wine, to catch on to the signs. As it stands, he just shakes his head, exhaling a soft hum.]
It's fine. I only meant-- you already forewarned me that you may not want to speak on any subject. If it makes you uncomfortable, you're free to say so.
[Exhaling a sigh, he gently lifts the wine bottle to follow suit; he doesn't know if it'll have much of an effect on him, but that's not why he wants it anyway.]
I do not... like... being left ignorant. Particularly when someone isn't trying very hard to convince me that something else is... going on. [As he stares into the wine in his glass, he considers his words for a moment.] Something like this -- I don't wish to make you uncomfortable, so I'm more than willing to accept that you don't want to talk about it. I suppose I still struggle with the act of dismissing information, even if it isn't related to myself. There is too much regret to be had in that space.
[How many lives had his ignorance cost? Before he grew bitter at his treatment, and before Melqal had brought forth all the horrible realities of what he'd done over so many lifetimes? People and creatures he'd cared for, many of whom had quietly, willingly, just--
and he's a hypocrite in that, he knows. It isn't as though he's really spoken to anyone about the depth of it. Melqal knows some, but some things were just too deep to burden him with.]
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It's fine. I only meant-- you already forewarned me that you may not want to speak on any subject. If it makes you uncomfortable, you're free to say so.
[Exhaling a sigh, he gently lifts the wine bottle to follow suit; he doesn't know if it'll have much of an effect on him, but that's not why he wants it anyway.]
I do not... like... being left ignorant. Particularly when someone isn't trying very hard to convince me that something else is... going on. [As he stares into the wine in his glass, he considers his words for a moment.] Something like this -- I don't wish to make you uncomfortable, so I'm more than willing to accept that you don't want to talk about it. I suppose I still struggle with the act of dismissing information, even if it isn't related to myself. There is too much regret to be had in that space.
[How many lives had his ignorance cost? Before he grew bitter at his treatment, and before Melqal had brought forth all the horrible realities of what he'd done over so many lifetimes? People and creatures he'd cared for, many of whom had quietly, willingly, just--
and he's a hypocrite in that, he knows. It isn't as though he's really spoken to anyone about the depth of it. Melqal knows some, but some things were just too deep to burden him with.]