@klarsynt ) continued from here.
his gaze lifts towards the other man and he just looks at him a moment. he’s not quite sure what to think of his words. he just knows they don’t feel very fitting. he feels less like he’s playing at hero and more like he’s just trying to pay penance. or feel less like horse-shit. “ i’m not a hero, ” he returns while shaking his head “ i’m just lending a hand. ” helping people instead of hurting them for once. it does feel good, though. it feels a lot better than dragging innocent souls back to the shu to be turned into what he is.
𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 life has been spent wondering if he made the right choice — he believed he could do more good as a heartrender, save lives by fighting. (in a kinder world, he never would have; that tells him enough). but fedyor recognizes the beating heartbeat of the other corporalki as true without even thinking, and his lips curl into a sad smile. “you don’t owe these people ANYTHING.” as if he hadn’t convinced himself he was doing the same while fighting by alina’s side. fixing the years he’d spent by the darkling’s side. “and doing good isn’t easy. it should still be celebrated.”