[They made me out to be unworthy of my title. Made the public believe that I was something I wasn't. And the gods, they deemed me as equally undeserving, tainted by the very thing that I tried to save others from.
Yes, he'd told her that story, albeit in hints and pieces, leaving her to puzzle it all together. He'd told her how he'd been a healer once upon a time, adored and beloved; how he'd become something different, and thus something reviled. How he'd betrayed his world out of spite, and oh, she'd known all about that kind of anger, that kind of bitterness, hadn't she . . .?
She'd been ready to let a world burn, just because it had hurt her from the start.
It's not that she thinks he's some innocent. Far from it. But Rosalind's moral conscience has never been all that developed; it's her counterpart who has the bleeding heart, not her.]
A tale of Gods and kings rejecting him.
[She doesn't look sympathetic to it. She doesn't look much of anything, really.]
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Yes, he'd told her that story, albeit in hints and pieces, leaving her to puzzle it all together. He'd told her how he'd been a healer once upon a time, adored and beloved; how he'd become something different, and thus something reviled. How he'd betrayed his world out of spite, and oh, she'd known all about that kind of anger, that kind of bitterness, hadn't she . . .?
She'd been ready to let a world burn, just because it had hurt her from the start.
It's not that she thinks he's some innocent. Far from it. But Rosalind's moral conscience has never been all that developed; it's her counterpart who has the bleeding heart, not her.]
A tale of Gods and kings rejecting him.
[She doesn't look sympathetic to it. She doesn't look much of anything, really.]