I don't sing anymore. [It's muttered, though he nearly drops the teapot trying to hook it over the fire realizing he said "anymore", quickly backpedaling with a broad gesture to the zither on the table.]
Why do you think I bothered to pick that thing up? I wasn't about to waste my time on something I didn't think I could use anymore. It's not like I like to torture myself by looking at the thing.
[So what if he hasn't really found a way to make his left arm useful enough............... maybe he'll keep trying when people stop perceiving him! ///
The topic dips into Elliot's father, though, and Lutha goes quiet. He remembers that memory, of being out as a refugee, of not being with a parent but with other kids, of being frightened and low on food. Was that an act of this general, or something that led to the position? The displeasure sits heavy in his gut.]
Mn. Family with power like that get shitty expectations on your shoulders when you're part of the bloodline. Or... something like that.
Respectable shit shouldn't matter. At least you're happy. Right?
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Why do you think I bothered to pick that thing up? I wasn't about to waste my time on something I didn't think I could use anymore. It's not like I like to torture myself by looking at the thing.
[So what if he hasn't really found a way to make his left arm useful enough............... maybe he'll keep trying when people stop perceiving him! ///
The topic dips into Elliot's father, though, and Lutha goes quiet. He remembers that memory, of being out as a refugee, of not being with a parent but with other kids, of being frightened and low on food. Was that an act of this general, or something that led to the position? The displeasure sits heavy in his gut.]
Mn. Family with power like that get shitty expectations on your shoulders when you're part of the bloodline. Or... something like that.
Respectable shit shouldn't matter. At least you're happy. Right?