I'd say it's profoundly their problem. They only rule themselves, besides.
[He shrugs, and takes the pen, and taps it against his cheek a few times while he tries to think of like, actual characters? He writes down, no-nonsense fighter, which is enough for a whole character, for now. The second is person who owns all of the stolen things, which is definitely the ideal love interest for a thief who punches real good.
He'll jot down some details in various abbreviated shorthand after that, that again, will be very clear in the morning, and begins: his recitation voice softer and more melodic, the rhythm and meter committed to memory as much as the words themselves:]
Two is for discipline, heedless of trial; Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile; Four for fidelity, facing ahead; Five for tradition and debts to the dead; Six for the truth over solace in lies; Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies; Eight for salvation no matter the cost; Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost.
[He skips, notably, One; he'd told Viktor of the ruin of the First, which could explain that well enough. Truthfully, he's still mad at God, and so fuck the First, actually — but Viktor wanted to hear the poem, so there: the bulk.
To the story notes, he's added more cheese! with no arrows drawn anywhere, so that will be a fun mystery for later. Then he slants the paper back to Viktor, for approval. Check these cool heist characters out.]
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[He shrugs, and takes the pen, and taps it against his cheek a few times while he tries to think of like, actual characters? He writes down, no-nonsense fighter, which is enough for a whole character, for now. The second is person who owns all of the stolen things, which is definitely the ideal love interest for a thief who punches real good.
He'll jot down some details in various abbreviated shorthand after that, that again, will be very clear in the morning, and begins: his recitation voice softer and more melodic, the rhythm and meter committed to memory as much as the words themselves:]
Two is for discipline, heedless of trial;
Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile;
Four for fidelity, facing ahead;
Five for tradition and debts to the dead;
Six for the truth over solace in lies;
Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies;
Eight for salvation no matter the cost;
Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost.
[He skips, notably, One; he'd told Viktor of the ruin of the First, which could explain that well enough. Truthfully, he's still mad at God, and so fuck the First, actually — but Viktor wanted to hear the poem, so there: the bulk.
To the story notes, he's added more cheese! with no arrows drawn anywhere, so that will be a fun mystery for later. Then he slants the paper back to Viktor, for approval. Check these cool heist characters out.]