( 🐮 ) ― "Please, no need to be so formal with me. You may simply call me Askr. We are all allies here, after all." He offered Grima a warm, genuine smile before continuing on. He appreciated the respect they had given him, yet he found no need for such a title. Askr did his best to be an equal to the other Heroes who had been summoned to the kingdom of Askr. He saw little reason to be referred to in such a regard; though he would always respect those who enjoyed the use of titles.
"Well, it is...quite a bit more complicated than whether I agree with them or not. And quite the long story." Askr began, his face turning a touch more serious. This was anything but a simple topic, after all. The god paused, his ear twitching slightly as he pondered on how to continue.
“If you would like the short version - it is because I trust my people to act in a way that reflects the core values of this land. To be kind, and always strive for peace. To never give up hope. However, I am very aware that peace doesn’t always come easily. Forces far beyond my control continue to seek out this prosperous land to threaten it. Some seek it out to destroy it. Some for power, or control of the land, others…simply because they want it gone.” The very concept seemed to trouble him deeply. His eyes fell to the wayside, deep-rooted sorrow taking hold of his sky-blue eyes. He didn't stay looking away long before his eyes returned to Grima.
“In any case, whatever the reason they may have, I believe it is my job to aid and protect the people of this kingdom. The Divine Weapon the Summoner wields has the ability to summon Heroes…but without my power it would summon them without their souls. There is reason for that. I wish for those who are summoned to this land to truly be themselves, and that means they need their souls. It would not be right of me - of anyone - to summon soulless shells of people to fight our battle for us. With their souls, they’re allowed to forge bonds with other people here. They are allowed to express their wants- their desires, including the desire to not fight or to go home. Those who are summoned here have a myriad of reasons for staying - but at the end of the day, it is their choice." To Askr, it was far kinder than using regular soldiers or soulless husks of heroes. If there was to be a fight for peace, he preferred it to be by people who truly wanted to fight for this cause.
"It is a mutually-beneficial partnership, for however long they are here in Askr. They are allowed to train and fight, to learn an untold amount of knowledge, to feast on meals from realms untold, to relax and enjoy grand festivals…some heroes even get a second chance at living! If they truly do not wish to fight…I believe they could simply say so, and the Summoner would surely do their best to send them home. The heroes here believe in what they are fighting for, or at the very least have some reason they continue to fight, otherwise…they wouldn’t.” Askr finished speaking, pondering the situation for a moment. That was the shortest way he thought he could explain it. The longer version included history of the land, how things came to be like this…and that was all quite a lot for him to dump on Grima at once, though he wouldn’t mind if they had further curiosities...he figured he had spoken quite enough.
“If you were in my position,” he began, his signature warmth and bright smile returning to his face, “do you think you’d do things differently - what would you do?”