"Scary huh?" he asked as a small smile played at his face. Not much scared him nowadays. After all, what could scare the man that fought the things he had. Soldiers, monsters, murderers, leaders, and Dragons... He had destroyed them all as life had gone on. And he was left to wonder if it'd truly been worth it.
"..." His eyes went a little wide at what she said next. Heroes had lives of their own to lead... she wasn't wrong there. But what did that make him? He'd always told himself he was doing it because Draco told him that was the right thing to do. Did that make him just a soldier like the rest of her people? The answer was startlingly obvious when he thought about it...
"You're not wrong," he commented after a long moment. There was a smile that pulled at his lips. He hated the moniker of Hero and everything it stood for. If only because he didn't want people worshiping him for all the mistakes he made. However, he couldn't escape that title forever either. He just had to start moving for himself now instead of an ideal.
"All the dragon slayers I've met have been decent people," Raven nodded slowly. He didn't know the others as well as he knew Kotone, but he'd give them the benefit of the doubt for the time being. "Though, it wouldn't surprise me if there were more dragons hidden out there. It'd surprise me even less if they trained dragon slayers based on their own ideals. Some probably not as good and noble as the dragon slayers I know."
Post by Bellua Daemon on Oct 17, 2015 21:54:03 GMT
"Yeah scary stories are so thrilling but that's not really important right now." She said waving her hand back and forth dismissing that particular line of conversation with herself. She wasn't sure what was going through Raven's head when he repeated her words like that, he seemed far away again. He was weird but he was a good guy, she briefly wondered if he had a terrible life or something with how... pessimistic he sounded. She didn't feel sorry for him, she wasn't taught pity, she felt sympathy. She felt like she at least partially understood the pain he was displaying even unconsciously. Though maybe he was getting drunk or something hard to tell when he refused to take those dumb sunglasses off!
"Oh hey you're smiling that's a good look for you." Bellua said giving a small giggle in response. "Yeah like I said home didn't have any heros just soldiers, what few friends I had there and I made a saying for it as well. 'A Hero is just a man, who knows that he is free.' I've only been able to say it like three times counting now. It's pretty funny." She said taking another drink, she paused and gave him a look. "You must be really patient I keep trying to hijack these conversation to talk about my life. Sorry about that by the way I don't actually get to talk much about myself, so when I get the chance to express myself like this I just chatter on and on, without end, at extreme lengths, for as long as you'll let me. It doesn't help you seem like to talk about yourself much so I kinda run back and forth in my head what I should do and whetherornotIshouldaskyouquestionsaboutyourselfcauseyoudon'tseemlikeyouwanntalkaboutyourselfdidyousaythat?IthinkyoudidmaybeIjustimaginedthatalsoyounevertakeyourglassesoffInoticedbeforebutnowI'mcuriousaboutitakittlebit." Bellua aused for a breath and blinked.
"Uuhhh wow I kinda just went crazy there for a second. Sorry about that I just started saying every little thing in my head as it came to it." She apologized
He simply stared as she started talking at hyper speeds. It actually took him a moment of thinking to understand at least most of what she'd said. He could only laugh at her final apology. Her words did stick though. Heroes were people who knew they were free...
"I don't mind hearing your stories," Raven waved his hand dismissively. He wondered how many times he was going to say that before they parted ways. She seemed overly self conscious about it. "Everyone has stories that helped get them to where they are now. And so those stories interest me."
"Though, you can ask questions if you're curious," He said shrugging slightly. He wasn't exactly fond of talking about himself, but he had alcohol. So if questions were asked, he might just answer and he knew it. "I may not answer them all, or answer them in a way you'd like, but you can still ask. And no, the sunglasses aren't coming off. I need them on. My eyes are... sensitive."
"I know, it's just, I mean I just, Aaagggh! normally I'm more confident than this I like listening to people more than talking about myself, I am not that interesting. That is not even the point though, I mean I basically just talking at you and it's not cool to just cut you out the conversation like that cause I can't shut up." She said giving a sigh, putting her face in her hand. "Right moving on! I do have a question, like if you don't wanna talk about your eyes why not just come out and say it too me? You don't think that I capable of leaving a bad subject alone? I mean I'm not asking what's up with your eyes, I mean I'm a bit more curious as to why you felt the need to make an excuse to me. Habit?"
"Well that was easily another case of me putting my foot in my mouth but imam blame the liquor, or do you call it booze? what do you fiorians call your alcohol?" She asked off handedly everyone had some weird name for the stuff they poured down their gullets to make it so they talked louder and couldn't walk straight and no countries version of the stuff was the same. As far as she saw, and smelled, she tried not to drink the stuff, mostly because she could be ditzy enough without being drunk as far as she was concerned she didn't need the extra help.
