yet my blood renders me a King
Sah hummed. "I see." Ronin had mentioned that Safrin was a bit on the vain side, but the Abandoned hadn't realized how much. If she was endeared through flattery, he'd certainly try to keep that in mind. But he did make a note to ensure it was true compliments and not ones said just for the sake of it. Sah had a feeling that the Goddess would be able to tell the difference.
The reminder however that Deimos had been in his shoes had Sah's eyes narrowing in thought. "I almost forgot about that." A small pause, and then a quiet question. "Does it get easier?" The prejudice, the challenges, the homesickness. The confusion and strain of adjusting to another world's set of expectations and rules.
Sah nodded in agreement at Deimos's declaration on Seren's choice in this. But the snort had him raising a brow. "Care to share?" The Citadel was beginning to come into view, they would soon be home.
The reminder however that Deimos had been in his shoes had Sah's eyes narrowing in thought. "I almost forgot about that." A small pause, and then a quiet question. "Does it get easier?" The prejudice, the challenges, the homesickness. The confusion and strain of adjusting to another world's set of expectations and rules.
Sah nodded in agreement at Deimos's declaration on Seren's choice in this. But the snort had him raising a brow. "Care to share?" The Citadel was beginning to come into view, they would soon be home.
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