( In truth, no. He has heard word, rumours. Raids and killings and abductions, and nothing to speak of, by way of lasting peace. But... what more can they do for these women, who have nothing to their name? Less kindness to anticipate?
He opens his mouth to offer an alternative. Fails, inevitably.
And yet he is the man they follow, and Wrathion — for once gentle, subdued, in a sign of the gravity of the circumstance — echoes his footsteps, also. He wavers, only once they reach the corner of a street and find themselves creatures of interest for passing-by slavers, who weigh them with a glance, up then down — as if to evaluate whether Wrathion and Lan Wangji can be taken on and have their women stolen.
They move on.
This is what awaits these two, here. A life of, at best, moving on. )
What can we do? ( A pause. ) Dismantle all great slavers. They will be replaced by the lesser.
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( In truth, no. He has heard word, rumours. Raids and killings and abductions, and nothing to speak of, by way of lasting peace. But... what more can they do for these women, who have nothing to their name? Less kindness to anticipate?
He opens his mouth to offer an alternative. Fails, inevitably.
And yet he is the man they follow, and Wrathion — for once gentle, subdued, in a sign of the gravity of the circumstance — echoes his footsteps, also. He wavers, only once they reach the corner of a street and find themselves creatures of interest for passing-by slavers, who weigh them with a glance, up then down — as if to evaluate whether Wrathion and Lan Wangji can be taken on and have their women stolen.
They move on.
This is what awaits these two, here. A life of, at best, moving on. )
What can we do? ( A pause. ) Dismantle all great slavers. They will be replaced by the lesser.