@violentsunlight, continued from: x
“That I was.” Leeroy returned calmly.
He should have been afraid, being in the presence of the very god that had slew dragons ages before, the god that could strike him down with the same kind of ease that he had in striking down cursed beings that lived in catacombs. Though the very fact was, he was not.
The paladin looked up into the god’s eyes without waver, letting silence settle for a second. He thought about what else to say: "Anor Londo’s light had long faded since the first linking of Fire by... your father, and the Blades are no less, even if I still do do my part in upholding the duties that had been given to us by the Dark Sun Gwyndolin.”
A sad smile twisted his mouth beneath his helmet. Oh Solaire... bright eyed, and optimistic Solaire, the man that would remove the shirt from his own back if only to aide a brother in need... the same Astoran Knight who flung himself into the flame even if just to keep the age of fire going just a little longer. Curse him for leaving such memories that even he could not forget.
“I am honored that you, my lord, would say that I should have been one of your knights.”
