[ Turns out, he's not the only stubborn one. Though the notion of alliances leaves him with the taste of ash in his mouth, he's not driven to fear or ignorance because of someplace's ideals. He's sure there are refugees who've given their loyalty away for next to nothing, but he's not one of them.
Not to Wyver or Olympia, anyway. He doesn't belong to a place, he belongs with people.
But he's guarded. That's why it takes him a moment to answer the door, until he's able to glance through the window to identify who's on the other side, and then tuck his gun away again when he finds someone familiar. He opens the door without much reservation despite the general state of his face — yellowing bruises, cuts and lacerations knit together as they heal, untouched by magic. ]
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Not to Wyver or Olympia, anyway. He doesn't belong to a place, he belongs with people.
But he's guarded. That's why it takes him a moment to answer the door, until he's able to glance through the window to identify who's on the other side, and then tuck his gun away again when he finds someone familiar. He opens the door without much reservation despite the general state of his face — yellowing bruises, cuts and lacerations knit together as they heal, untouched by magic. ]
Percy?