He had hope. He had hope for a fraction of a second, because he thought it would work, that they could help him. He wanted this child not to suffer, to try and make up for the wrongs that had been done to him. But hearing that, watching what he was becoming - the hope died a little more. Even so, he didn't want to give up, not just yet. And yet...
The needs of the many before the needs of the one.
"Damn it!" he pulled his staff from his back, not that it would do much, but he stepped back and out of the way. The swords, at least, could make it quick if it came to it, and right now he knew he was only being in the way with his current position. Still, he hoped that Adelaide and Anders and the other mages could do something, anything.
"Come on kid!" he called above the crackle of magic and flame. "I know it hurts and it's scary and it's not fair, but think! Would your parents want this from you? Would this be what they want you to become? Fight it!" He had no idea if his words meant anything to the child, but they felt like the only weapons he had, so he used them as best he could.
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The needs of the many before the needs of the one.
"Damn it!" he pulled his staff from his back, not that it would do much, but he stepped back and out of the way. The swords, at least, could make it quick if it came to it, and right now he knew he was only being in the way with his current position. Still, he hoped that Adelaide and Anders and the other mages could do something, anything.
"Come on kid!" he called above the crackle of magic and flame. "I know it hurts and it's scary and it's not fair, but think! Would your parents want this from you? Would this be what they want you to become? Fight it!" He had no idea if his words meant anything to the child, but they felt like the only weapons he had, so he used them as best he could.