[ Every human, no matter how old, registers as a child to an elf's sense of time. They are born and die as children--though not all of them act like it. ]
(Hmm. So you're the only person who hates this, huh? You're the only person who can't stand the performance, the artifice? You, alone, are brave enough to express dissent? The rest of us, well. We're just puppets, huh? We're lapping it up from the spoon.)
[ The warmth in Adra's voice tempers, turning from hearth to wild fire. He was like this, once. Not even when he was young. Just before he had certain experiences. Just before he learned that rage against the machine rarely hurt the machine itself. ]
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( Hmm. So you're the only person who hates this, huh? You're the only person who can't stand the performance, the artifice? You, alone, are brave enough to express dissent? The rest of us, well. We're just puppets, huh? We're lapping it up from the spoon. )
[ The warmth in Adra's voice tempers, turning from hearth to wild fire. He was like this, once. Not even when he was young. Just before he had certain experiences. Just before he learned that rage against the machine rarely hurt the machine itself. ]