Eyes closing, he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that slips past his lips as so many secrets he never told had not.
"Complacency is what Serthica has steeped in. What Taravast was drowning in. It's saying it's okay that this happens, that it's good enough, and losing the will to move forward. Or backward. Or any direction at all, if you're just still enough, if you just hold your breath a little longer..."
A sigh, slow inhalation, long and slow in exhalation.
"Patience is stepping forward without rushing. Observing, to take action. Not hesitating when everything goes poorly, but not letting anger be your only guide when it flares. Or something," he says, flicking his fingers and slitting his eyes open once more. "Fire cleanses and consumes. There's a good and bad in all of us. How we balance that, that matters more than most things."
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"Complacency is what Serthica has steeped in. What Taravast was drowning in. It's saying it's okay that this happens, that it's good enough, and losing the will to move forward. Or backward. Or any direction at all, if you're just still enough, if you just hold your breath a little longer..."
A sigh, slow inhalation, long and slow in exhalation.
"Patience is stepping forward without rushing. Observing, to take action. Not hesitating when everything goes poorly, but not letting anger be your only guide when it flares. Or something," he says, flicking his fingers and slitting his eyes open once more. "Fire cleanses and consumes. There's a good and bad in all of us. How we balance that, that matters more than most things."