‘ i am not a good person. don’t pretend i am. ’
Ask Meme
(( @summoner-renzus I did not have a muse for Lux replying, but I did have another muse answer so just for you you get a very old friend, referencing a very old plot.))
They’re standing on a balcony overlooking Piltover as he says it, his words the only thing moving in the still warmth of the air. Alexandra turns to him then, her emerald gaze doing a slow sweep from his feet to his head which, interestingly enough, is unhooded for once. Then again, he’s usually left it so in her presence. A mark of respect, trust, or friendship? Perhaps a combination of the three. She reaches his grey eyes last, sees the resolute steel in his conviction.
“You saved me.” She finally turns to face him fully, noting with some irony the black of his own cloak to her lighter robe. “You then allowed me not only time and safety for my recovery, but also the opportunity to see my ordeal through, to some sort of closure. You may say it was to use my knowledge, but we both know it was more than that.”
Her gaze goes from searching his gaze to meeting it, and it is with both eyes and words that she conveys every ounce of her own conviction. “Black may be traditionally assigned the stigmas and stereotypes of darkness and evil, but that doesn’t mean you are.”
“You’re not a bad person, Renzus,” she says when he remains mute. She reaches out to place a hand on his upper arm, well aware that she was one of few that he gave the privilege of that trust to. “You’re just one of those people who has to do questionable things to protect the good in this world.”
She cannot tell what he thinks - but then she never can. Undeterred, she continues on. “Someone has to, and that you do while retaining your conscience is a mark of just how good you are.”
“You may not have faith in that, but I have faith in you.”














