[ ahh... yeah. that's sort of what he was rooting around for, and he smiles a little, folding his hands together and looking out onto the far off horizon for a moment. those off vibes aren't all that surprising, and the smile on his face is soft and understanding, now, settling into place. ]
...That is the hardest part, is it not? When you have been running towards a goal for so long that it is your reason for existence - and then to think of what happens after that.
[ satisfaction is one thing, but satisfaction doesn't account for the life of after. taair wants the world, for mizu. wants that peace, the way things should come after war. for people and for countries, some things are not so different, after all. ]
I don't blame you for that, either. [ something bittersweet, here, and a thought drifts by. I wish I could chronicle your story, too. ] But, I think you would make a fine blacksmith. Your hands are good for so many things, my dear friend, not just for weapons of war.
If you will not make plans, then I will hope for them for you from a distance. [ his head tilts towards him again, with a soft smile. ] And you will simply have to live with the knowledge that someone in another world, far away, is thinking of the future that you will make for yourself.
Insightful as always. [quietly. it's true. dedicating yourself to this one thing for the entirety of your life, ever since you were a child, makes it nearly impossible to envision a life without it.] I was a blacksmith's apprentice first. Long before I dared call myself a proper swordsman. If my master will still have me, I do think I would like to return to his workshop.
[a bit of fondness, mixed in with something bittersweet. the forge is still home, but it's also a matter of whether or not mizu still has a place there after everything is said and done.]
... Very well. In the meantime, know that I expect to hear stories of your nation when we meet again in our next afterlife.
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...That is the hardest part, is it not? When you have been running towards a goal for so long that it is your reason for existence - and then to think of what happens after that.
[ satisfaction is one thing, but satisfaction doesn't account for the life of after. taair wants the world, for mizu. wants that peace, the way things should come after war. for people and for countries, some things are not so different, after all. ]
I don't blame you for that, either. [ something bittersweet, here, and a thought drifts by. I wish I could chronicle your story, too. ] But, I think you would make a fine blacksmith. Your hands are good for so many things, my dear friend, not just for weapons of war.
If you will not make plans, then I will hope for them for you from a distance. [ his head tilts towards him again, with a soft smile. ] And you will simply have to live with the knowledge that someone in another world, far away, is thinking of the future that you will make for yourself.
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Insightful as always. [quietly. it's true. dedicating yourself to this one thing for the entirety of your life, ever since you were a child, makes it nearly impossible to envision a life without it.] I was a blacksmith's apprentice first. Long before I dared call myself a proper swordsman. If my master will still have me, I do think I would like to return to his workshop.
[a bit of fondness, mixed in with something bittersweet. the forge is still home, but it's also a matter of whether or not mizu still has a place there after everything is said and done.]
... Very well. In the meantime, know that I expect to hear stories of your nation when we meet again in our next afterlife.