"The point this marriage is to join the clans, Cyril. To build a future for all of us, together," He replies, surprised and-- no, it's not fair to be offended. Cyril isn't his enemy, isn't some outsider questioning his motives. It's just that... he thought Cyril at least understood. Sorrel spreads his hands, helpless, "Cyril... Listen, it's-- you have to understand."
"My mother won't be Keeper of Ashara forever; she'll die, and if things continue the way they are, Dahlasanor may one day just be a name that part of the clan carries, more history for us to keep safe. I'm not going to be like her, I'm not going to crush everyone I love, just because I'm afraid to lose them. Both of us are..." He stops, huffing a breath, almost frustrated. How can he not see? Is it because he's never been asked to be more than just-- just a hunter, a scout, a fighter? Doesn't he understand, the duty a mage has to bear, among the People? "We have so much to lose, Cyril. Siuona and I, we're the ones who have to guard it, because someone has to. It's what we were born to do."
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"My mother won't be Keeper of Ashara forever; she'll die, and if things continue the way they are, Dahlasanor may one day just be a name that part of the clan carries, more history for us to keep safe. I'm not going to be like her, I'm not going to crush everyone I love, just because I'm afraid to lose them. Both of us are..." He stops, huffing a breath, almost frustrated. How can he not see? Is it because he's never been asked to be more than just-- just a hunter, a scout, a fighter? Doesn't he understand, the duty a mage has to bear, among the People? "We have so much to lose, Cyril. Siuona and I, we're the ones who have to guard it, because someone has to. It's what we were born to do."