Eleven blinked, having hoped that perhaps Archeval might tell him why he disliked nobles, but he hadn't dared to expect much more.
He'd been a slave- a slave that rose to great power. No doubt he'd worked tirelessly to achieve it, fighting to prove his worth every step of the way. It was rather the opposite for himself, born noble, though raised as a commoner, then thrust into fate's grand (failing) design.
"Hm.." The idea that a title didn't define a person. Certainly, the title of Prince meant little, and didn't make him one. But the title of Luminary affixed itself to the person Yggdrasil had marked for greatness. ..Admittedly, that didn't make him a hero by default.
"You earned your titles. That's probably the way it should be. It's amazing, what you've accomplished."
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He'd been a slave- a slave that rose to great power. No doubt he'd worked tirelessly to achieve it, fighting to prove his worth every step of the way. It was rather the opposite for himself, born noble, though raised as a commoner, then thrust into fate's grand (failing) design.
"Hm.." The idea that a title didn't define a person. Certainly, the title of Prince meant little, and didn't make him one. But the title of Luminary affixed itself to the person Yggdrasil had marked for greatness. ..Admittedly, that didn't make him a hero by default.
"You earned your titles. That's probably the way it should be. It's amazing, what you've accomplished."