Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170710032814

(Hound) "Marcus..."

Regina steps towards Marcus, putting her soft, gentle hand on his shoulder from behind. "You haven't let us down. Not for a moment.  You remember how difficult things were for Thomas and I when we first came to Whitemarch, how we had nearly nothing, and you volunteered to help him on credit.  You, the greatest sword for hire in the world, helping a no-name doctor and his pregnant wife, and for what?  Just our thanks and a hot meal we could barely afford to feed you.  Who else would have done that?  Nobody."

She inhales, stepping away, folding her arms and looking up towards the nebulae that cross the night sky.

"You know as well as I do that Thomas is..." she hesitates, finding the right words. "...He struggles sometimes. He has the most potent sorcery in the world, and he can't use it.  He refuses.  He struggles with feelings of inadequacy and ties himself in knots trying to make things work, and no matter how successful he is, he feels as if he falls short.  Like if he slips up, he's failed us somehow."

She steps over and leans against a stone balustrade, her arms spread on either side of her, her eyes shining in the low light. "You've been like a brother to him, Marcus. He won't admit it, probably because he was raised by Elves," she chuckles a bit, "But more than that, you've been something to him that he can't be, or refuses to be.  You fight without hesitation.  You can do everything he can't, or won't.  He doesn't say so, because he would feel as if he were taking advantage of you.  But it's true.  You haven't failed us, Marcus." She looks down, in thought.