[ He huffs out a quiet laugh at that. There's some truth in that, in the Light fused to his very bones. The pains that shoot through his broken body when he acts unkind or unjust.
And yet how had that injury that almost killed him come about? By trying to bargain, to reason. To search for a kernel of integrity and honor in a warchief who possessed neither. ]
No. Kindness never hurts anyone. It is what people choose to do with that kindness that can cause true harm.
[ He lowers the food, still untouched despite the impending danger. But his expression is steel. ]
Others would argue that to be kind is to show weakness. I'd argue it takes every sort of strength to be kind in the face of the worlds we have seen. And I pray to the Light every day that that strength will endure.
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And yet how had that injury that almost killed him come about? By trying to bargain, to reason. To search for a kernel of integrity and honor in a warchief who possessed neither. ]
No. Kindness never hurts anyone. It is what people choose to do with that kindness that can cause true harm.
[ He lowers the food, still untouched despite the impending danger. But his expression is steel. ]
Others would argue that to be kind is to show weakness. I'd argue it takes every sort of strength to be kind in the face of the worlds we have seen. And I pray to the Light every day that that strength will endure.