[He smirks faintly before he takes a sip of his coffee.]
Special ops, black ops, infiltration. You name it, we were it. [He sniffles once, glancing away, searching, thinking, thoughts sorting themselves into place. Nyx doesn't mind sharing, less with Sam who seems to be the same sort of man he is, at the end of the day.] The Kingsglaive was formed after my home was destroyed. "The King's Personal Guard," we were called. A big technicality, given there was already an army in place. So we were sent out there to fight while the army stayed back to defend the city. Whatever we had to do, we'd do it. We learned how to fight like the King's best and only army. We were the only one that could take down the Empire's armies, daemons, MTs. [Nyx takes another thoughtful sip of coffee. He'd nearly broken his back in training, learning how to warp and scale walls and do every single stupid thing only someone of his caliber could pull off.] So yeah. Special ops is a way to put it.
[He's become keenly aware that, in the end, the Glaive was just a pawn to the war. Victims to loss and anger. Expendable units. The people didn't like them, the army even less for taking their actual duties. The list could go on, but he doesn't get much into it after that.]
And I don't ask Annie much unless she shares. I figure it's better for the both of us.
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Special ops, black ops, infiltration. You name it, we were it. [He sniffles once, glancing away, searching, thinking, thoughts sorting themselves into place. Nyx doesn't mind sharing, less with Sam who seems to be the same sort of man he is, at the end of the day.] The Kingsglaive was formed after my home was destroyed. "The King's Personal Guard," we were called. A big technicality, given there was already an army in place. So we were sent out there to fight while the army stayed back to defend the city. Whatever we had to do, we'd do it. We learned how to fight like the King's best and only army. We were the only one that could take down the Empire's armies, daemons, MTs. [Nyx takes another thoughtful sip of coffee. He'd nearly broken his back in training, learning how to warp and scale walls and do every single stupid thing only someone of his caliber could pull off.] So yeah. Special ops is a way to put it.
[He's become keenly aware that, in the end, the Glaive was just a pawn to the war. Victims to loss and anger. Expendable units. The people didn't like them, the army even less for taking their actual duties. The list could go on, but he doesn't get much into it after that.]
And I don't ask Annie much unless she shares. I figure it's better for the both of us.