Now, that's a thought. What could happen if he was just.. honest about it all?
"Oh, you know, just.. worlds ending. Mine and whatever wrong ear hears about it." Is he exaggerating? It's hard to tell.
"You know," a hand leaves his pocket to gesture along as he speaks. "Back home there are legends about it. What I am, what I can do. I flaunt it to the right audience as a spectacle, use it to terrify and torment others. Most kingdoms know of me, even if they don't know my face. Fear, reverence, awe. Jealousy. Envy. But here?" You'd think he'd gesture with a hand but he taps his foot instead, it clangs on the tin.
"Here, there's too many variables. Powers I've never seen from people, Talent I can't explain or grasp. If! If they're even people at all. Back home, I'm safe. I can do what I want and I know my limits. I know all the possible threats, I can steer clear, be one step ahead. But I can't trust what I don't know and what I can't understand and that's this entire fucking place."
A 'go ahead' gesture, but it's just directed toward Marc. "No offense. It's not you exactly. You need to keep Steven safe, I need to keep this safe. I've seen what happens when these things fall into the wrong hands. Saved a world once, it gets old after the first time." And he just looks tired even by saying it and he regrets that much immediately. Everyone lost something with Black Barrow, some sanity, some hair, some their lives. Kylar doesn't know the extent of what's wrong with him but he can feel himself withering somehow despite it. His jaw sets a bit but there's an easier smile.
"If you actually get stuck with me, I'll consider talking about it. Deal?" He'll offer a hand to shake on it. Consider not.. guaranteed but maybe it's something.
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"Oh, you know, just.. worlds ending. Mine and whatever wrong ear hears about it." Is he exaggerating? It's hard to tell.
"You know," a hand leaves his pocket to gesture along as he speaks. "Back home there are legends about it. What I am, what I can do. I flaunt it to the right audience as a spectacle, use it to terrify and torment others. Most kingdoms know of me, even if they don't know my face. Fear, reverence, awe. Jealousy. Envy. But here?" You'd think he'd gesture with a hand but he taps his foot instead, it clangs on the tin.
"Here, there's too many variables. Powers I've never seen from people, Talent I can't explain or grasp. If! If they're even people at all. Back home, I'm safe. I can do what I want and I know my limits. I know all the possible threats, I can steer clear, be one step ahead. But I can't trust what I don't know and what I can't understand and that's this entire fucking place."
A 'go ahead' gesture, but it's just directed toward Marc. "No offense. It's not you exactly. You need to keep Steven safe, I need to keep this safe. I've seen what happens when these things fall into the wrong hands. Saved a world once, it gets old after the first time." And he just looks tired even by saying it and he regrets that much immediately. Everyone lost something with Black Barrow, some sanity, some hair, some their lives. Kylar doesn't know the extent of what's wrong with him but he can feel himself withering somehow despite it. His jaw sets a bit but there's an easier smile.
"If you actually get stuck with me, I'll consider talking about it. Deal?" He'll offer a hand to shake on it. Consider not.. guaranteed but maybe it's something.