(Vengeful--Warrior) A figure walked in the moonlight. After three people had died from his vengeful hands, he had walked away. As if it hadn't happened.... The fire he had started to finish them off had engulfed many houses... But he saved the people inside. And the things that mattered to them. So, while he had killed three in an act of vengeance, he had saved many more in an act of guilt and personal growth.. He just wished the old guy in front of him wouldn't look at his bloody sword so much.
Ivor gripped a potion of harming, though not one anyone other person than an alchemist should be holding. It wasn’t like other potions it was in short a more deadly version of the base, and Ivor had every intention on tossing it at the other along with many more he no doubt had up his sleeve - no pun intended. Though right now with the burning village an a crimson tainted sword held by the man who he blamed for this whole event. Eyes narrowed as he looked to the warrior or in his terms “Ganker” that stood before him giving him a possibly annoyed glance. Well regardless, he wasn’t going to get away with this misdeed to these people.
“Dammit people- I /know/ you guys! And you guys know me! And I know that you hate me just for existing, but fucking- if you’re injured or some stupid shit, I need to see if you need help.”
“I am not with him, I’ve come of my own will. I’m a medic and will treat any person with the need of medical attention.”
He looked at Ivor, then at the fucking assholes. “…. You know what Ivor- screw fixing these assholes houses. They hate me so much- they won’t even let me help them…. They’ve always been this way…. Yeah- why SHOULD I help people like these assholes?!”
“Because they’re innocent scare people. I’m still hated in my area of breif residence but people know I’m the best at what I do and excel their wildest dreams of potion brewing as well as my skills in enchanting. I hate them nearly as much as they hate me when they do not understand my visions, but regardless I know they have no choice but to trust me. So do the same for yourself and stop feeling sorry and angry over something so..unimportant. “ He scolded as he moved more into town. “It doesn’t matter what they think of you, or what you think of them, it matters what you do now and into the future that does.”
"Yeah- well /you're/ hated because you did something wrong- I've been hated my entire life, even before I did anything wrong. And honestly- before you call something unimportant, maybe you shouldn't pretend it's insignificant, without understanding it and why it might be relevant to somebody else."
"I honestly don't care what I do, at this point- it won't matter."
