voice; un: homeros

[leitstern]

Hmph! Titles here are worthless. Futile, trivial words scrawled on parchment. Merely thinking of them insults me.

[Granted, he needs little provocation to feel insulted.]

Why do you regard their distinction as an accolade worthy of merit?

It has been most instructive as to the nature of your kind that you salivate like mongrels and chase subordination and not independence.

[There is an embittered sigh.]

Do you not entertain any notion of loyalty to your native land? Your eager willingness to chase glory is abominable. Hm. It is useless. You should close your mouths and remember where you come from.

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[leitstern]

[There are points well made. Then there are those entirely wrong. Jasper decides to admit neither and acknowledge nothing - but there are niggling thoughts he cannot shake loose. The thought of connecting with someone enough they want to help. The idea he might find himself able to smile. It is enough to make him rankle and he finds himself disgusted.

One friend is enough. He is hardly greedy for more.

Maybe he still struggles to connect, after all.]

You are a frustratingly curious rodent. You do realise that?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

A 'rodent' huh? Now someone's suddenly got a lofty opinion of themselves! Which tells me I struck a nerve.

Sorry, Jasper~! But if you think name-calling is all it takes to shut me down and send me packing, then you're in for a pretty jarring lesson. There's nothing you could call me that's worse than all the other horrible things I've been called by people who knew me even less than you do!

[leitstern]

Well, if a threat like that is all you can utter I am certainly going to not uncover more about you. We are too different for to be friends, Darin. We hardly share anything in common, let alone see eye to eye.

I hardly understand why you even bother.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

...Alright, you raise a valid point. You don't know a lot about me. So, I guess in the spirit of sharing, I'll start.

I consider this world as a second chance for me because on my own world, I was branded as a cursed child. An unwanted being. Because I was born with the soul of a dark god hellbent on destroying the world tethered to my own.

If I go back to my world, I run the risk of destroying it. In fact, it's about a 50/50 chance, really.

[leitstern]

[Well, that's plenty to take in.

It's concerning, really. He cares little for the man but divulging personal secrets? That's disturbing.]

Do you always share such intimate knowledge with strangers? That honesty landed you in peril months ago.

[It's vexing, honestly. Why is he even concerned?]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

And yet here I am, alive and well to tell the tale.

And no, I don't share things like this with everyone. Once upon a time, I hid it completely out of fear a mob with torches and pitchforks would try and tear me apart. But you were right. If we were going to move forward, one of us had to take a chance on the other.

So I'm taking that chance. And I'm flattered you took note of what happened to me, at least in passing.

[leitstern]

[Perhaps those people would have been right to end a threat before it begins, he thinks. Perhaps he would sacrifice one for the good of many.

Perhaps he would not had his life been different.]

Hmph. I was simply keeping myself abrest of the local situation and nothing more.