I think I get the jist of it. Distance makes us worry, even if we shouldn't. Will they be safe if I'm not there, well taken care of?
[Careful there, Sal, think too hard and you might have a real epiphany.]
Shit, well, you know how the people here like to ride horses or whatever? Think about it like that, only angry and full of feathers. The nicer ones out of Cathama are far fucking fancier than anything you can get in the Scar, of course, but Congeniality and I have been through everything together. So I'm pretty fucking biased on her account.
[There it is again, that apocalypse shit. Typically she wouldn't try to get too involved, but.]
You know, if I think far enough back, I remember the kind of shit they'd say to us back in the beginning. When they took us away to be trained in our magic—what a fucking honor it was, serving a greater purpose. Sacrificing so much just to keep everyone in the imperium safe, and I imagine most kids in the beginning took that birdshit to heart.
And of course, over the fucking years, you get to dreaming about all the things you'll have when the war is over, when everything is safe and people are satisfied. But that freedom never seemed to manifest, I guess. It's no fucking wonder everything went bad in the end, but.
Well, we're here now. Kind of nice to try and make the best of whatever this weird shit is we've been given, right?
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[Careful there, Sal, think too hard and you might have a real epiphany.]
Shit, well, you know how the people here like to ride horses or whatever? Think about it like that, only angry and full of feathers. The nicer ones out of Cathama are far fucking fancier than anything you can get in the Scar, of course, but Congeniality and I have been through everything together. So I'm pretty fucking biased on her account.
[There it is again, that apocalypse shit. Typically she wouldn't try to get too involved, but.]
You know, if I think far enough back, I remember the kind of shit they'd say to us back in the beginning. When they took us away to be trained in our magic—what a fucking honor it was, serving a greater purpose. Sacrificing so much just to keep everyone in the imperium safe, and I imagine most kids in the beginning took that birdshit to heart.
And of course, over the fucking years, you get to dreaming about all the things you'll have when the war is over, when everything is safe and people are satisfied. But that freedom never seemed to manifest, I guess. It's no fucking wonder everything went bad in the end, but.
Well, we're here now. Kind of nice to try and make the best of whatever this weird shit is we've been given, right?