[Mages weren't that different from Garlean soldiers in that case.
As ever, Takame listened carefully, expression remaining relatively neutral save for a downcast. The way Waver described how he was felt even more similar to Alphinaud. As did the guilt he showed.
None of it was true, even if Waver was a reckless child. None of it was true now. And yet Takame lacked the words to express that he felt that. He could never find the best thing to say unless he copied someone else. He despised it about himself.
The more he learned of Diarmuid as well, the less he felt worthy of being compared to the man. There's another long silence before he managed something.]
I appreciate it...I'm not, but that's fine. If I were a good person, I wouldn't be Lord El-Melloi II in the first place.
[He shrugged, lighting a cigarette as a flicker of wire snaked offscreen to open a window.]
I'm a mage. I can't afford to be a good person if I want to accomplish the things I've set out to do. The best I can hope for is 'not as awful as the rest of them'.
Waver... [There's... something in his tone. Whatever it was, it was not positive. Takame didn't know what it was. Angry, sad, threatening, reprimanding, concerned. All of those but none of them at the same time.
And yet once again he could say nothing else. If only because, well. He would be a hypocrite. Heavens knew Takame couldn't afford to be a good person in being the Warrior of Light. The others were, but he was not simply by virtue of what he was before that.
Maybe they're alike in that regard. But Waver's hands weren't stained like his were.]
[They were stained enough. As far as his actual successor was concerned, Kayneth had died because of Waver's actions. Which was true, if in a far more direct way than Reines could have possibly known. There was no one alive who actually knew what happened that night. He had never said a word to even the people he trusted, not until now. Out of a reluctance to think on that night? Maybe. Or maybe it was some measure of guilt.]
[No mage could ever hope to refrain from shedding another's blood, and most wouldn't care to hesitate. But he wasn't Kairi, wasn't Maiya, and definitely wasn't Kiritsugu--even after all this, he was still just a coward too weak to fight on his own and too afraid to try.]
Sorry--it's late and all I've done is talk your ear off. I guess I got a bit sidetracked.
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As ever, Takame listened carefully, expression remaining relatively neutral save for a downcast. The way Waver described how he was felt even more similar to Alphinaud. As did the guilt he showed.
None of it was true, even if Waver was a reckless child. None of it was true now. And yet Takame lacked the words to express that he felt that. He could never find the best thing to say unless he copied someone else. He despised it about himself.
The more he learned of Diarmuid as well, the less he felt worthy of being compared to the man. There's another long silence before he managed something.]
You are not like Kayneth. You are a good person.
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[He shrugged, lighting a cigarette as a flicker of wire snaked offscreen to open a window.]
I'm a mage. I can't afford to be a good person if I want to accomplish the things I've set out to do. The best I can hope for is 'not as awful as the rest of them'.
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And yet once again he could say nothing else. If only because, well. He would be a hypocrite. Heavens knew Takame couldn't afford to be a good person in being the Warrior of Light. The others were, but he was not simply by virtue of what he was before that.
Maybe they're alike in that regard. But Waver's hands weren't stained like his were.]
... My view of you will not change.
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[They were stained enough. As far as his actual successor was concerned, Kayneth had died because of Waver's actions. Which was true, if in a far more direct way than Reines could have possibly known. There was no one alive who actually knew what happened that night. He had never said a word to even the people he trusted, not until now. Out of a reluctance to think on that night? Maybe. Or maybe it was some measure of guilt.]
[No mage could ever hope to refrain from shedding another's blood, and most wouldn't care to hesitate. But he wasn't Kairi, wasn't Maiya, and definitely wasn't Kiritsugu--even after all this, he was still just a coward too weak to fight on his own and too afraid to try.]
Sorry--it's late and all I've done is talk your ear off. I guess I got a bit sidetracked.
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He shook his head.]
Not at all. I was the one who reached out to you and I do not mind listening. Again, thank you for your help. I'll not occupy anymore of your time.
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