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"An' that made ya a part of his army, ya?" silver eyes would drop as his chest tightened against the memories; memories of training - of being out in the rain in the mud, bloody and battered, his body pushed well beyond exhaustion and forced to keep going. To prepare him to kill and to obey ─ and be very good at it. ❝ Yeah...it did. ❞ he mused, though his voice never faltered, there was something more beneath it. "It's a noble job. A hard job," Noble. The idea when he was a different man, before the death of his comrades, maybe would have made him laugh. Silver eyes only shifted to Tiberii; cold they lacked the pride a soldier might have before they got their hands dirty.
"Did ya learn a lot from him?" a single ear would flick as his eyes turned back to the path ahead. "Yer father?" he nodded slightly, ❝ Yes. He had a reputation; a lot of knowledge and power and a lot of respect ❞ he agreed, his gaze growing more distance if that were even possible. Commander Baldric was an honorable man; to those who didn't have to be behind closed doors with him. ❝ But don't mistake him; my father was a cruel man and training under his hand was such ─ as his only son there was no patience to be had ❞ he explained.
And then quickly, ❝ ...don't pity me, ❞
❝ speech ❞
which means if it hasn't happened in a thread ─ it hasn't happened!
