[ His voice is light, even as he feels something heavy inside him. What do you do...No, he decides; it's not even honor that's at war with love. It's duty. His honor had been ransomed long ago, it seems, destroyed the first time he sold out a friend, or maybe destroyed in his father's study when his father had looked at him like that and accused him of that. Because honor is found in the way that other people looked at you. It was found in Nadine's grin when he'd gotten her a proper gown to wear to her first school ball, so that no one would laugh at her for looking ragged. And it was found, also, in Dorian telling him firmly that he's a good man...
Or maybe it's not. Dorian's right. He's a terrible philosopher. He couldn't even manage decent marks in school - how the hell is he supposed to work any of this out? It's all too bloody complicated for his brain. ]
It's so tempting to demand we follow them. I'd like to see you in proper action.
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[ His voice is light, even as he feels something heavy inside him. What do you do...No, he decides; it's not even honor that's at war with love. It's duty. His honor had been ransomed long ago, it seems, destroyed the first time he sold out a friend, or maybe destroyed in his father's study when his father had looked at him like that and accused him of that. Because honor is found in the way that other people looked at you. It was found in Nadine's grin when he'd gotten her a proper gown to wear to her first school ball, so that no one would laugh at her for looking ragged. And it was found, also, in Dorian telling him firmly that he's a good man...
Or maybe it's not. Dorian's right. He's a terrible philosopher. He couldn't even manage decent marks in school - how the hell is he supposed to work any of this out? It's all too bloody complicated for his brain. ]
It's so tempting to demand we follow them. I'd like to see you in proper action.