So he was. The settling silence stews and the false priest hopes his point has been driven in : in the same way a ‘ stray mutt ’ could be taken in and taken kindly to, so could a ‘ coward ’ and a ‘ traitor. ’
Common perceptions and notions had no place in the face of an individual’s sentiments.
At the mention of his being out of place, he chuckles – was it really all that strange? It’s hardly the first time a comment had been made on the fact, and he takes to it calmly, head shaking as he speaks.
❝ It is… perhaps an inevitability. Have you considered the reasons as to why I might be as I am? Where there is death, there are priests… just as there are those that tend to newborn lives, wedded pairs… A battlefield differs little from a graveyard, as both require tending. ❞
Eyes open and misty greens settle onto the countenance of the other – an imperceptible narrowing scrutinizes.
❝ Surely prior to your grand position underneath your lord, you lived a humbler life? ❞
Who was he to fool? He was the Dark King, after all - only one of the names that were given to him by many known soldiers. From such knowledge, he was to only ask, with a response from Tenkai.
“And what makes it so you wish to be a priest?” There must certainly be a reason so, like one who takes up the sword, to protect their country, serve their leader, aim high and conquer.
He paused, silence filling him but only until he needed to speak. He had his points about them, why one such as he needed to be on the battlefield itself and way from harm. A humble life wasn’t really cut it, but - yes.
“Quite so, one which allowed me to serve the man I looked up to, respected.”
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