[She knows she's said this to him before, but she can't remember when, and whether he'll remember it. So she says it again.]
If we were here for the purpose Aurora claims, she wouldn't have chosen me. Nor you, I imagine. Rare as they may be, there are good people in my world. Heroes, champions. Those who have woken up every morning of their lives and chosen to help others, no matter the cost to themselves. Who have never hurt an innocent soul.
[She's thinking of Wyll, of Halsin, of Dame Aylin. Those boys on the road who died trying to save their sister's life. The tieflings who could have fled but stayed to protect the others in the Grove. Even Jaheira, as cynical and curmudgeonly as she is, who must be pushing one hundred and sixty years old and still went into the Shadow-Cursed Lands, knowing those who walked in never walked out, because it was the right thing to do.
She would have called them all fools, once. Now she knows better.]
Yet I've been here a year. Alone. And I'm no more fit to be a hero than I could lift you over my head one-handed without the aid of magic. Neither Aurora nor Echo chose me to prove my world worthy of saving. So what is the true purpose of this place?
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If we were here for the purpose Aurora claims, she wouldn't have chosen me. Nor you, I imagine. Rare as they may be, there are good people in my world. Heroes, champions. Those who have woken up every morning of their lives and chosen to help others, no matter the cost to themselves. Who have never hurt an innocent soul.
[She's thinking of Wyll, of Halsin, of Dame Aylin. Those boys on the road who died trying to save their sister's life. The tieflings who could have fled but stayed to protect the others in the Grove. Even Jaheira, as cynical and curmudgeonly as she is, who must be pushing one hundred and sixty years old and still went into the Shadow-Cursed Lands, knowing those who walked in never walked out, because it was the right thing to do.
She would have called them all fools, once. Now she knows better.]
Yet I've been here a year. Alone. And I'm no more fit to be a hero than I could lift you over my head one-handed without the aid of magic. Neither Aurora nor Echo chose me to prove my world worthy of saving. So what is the true purpose of this place?