[Ah, alright. That made a bit more sense. Bruce nods wordlessly and stares down at his own hands, full of scars and burn marks and blisters that have long since healed. That sounded... well, it was hard to not be just a bit jealous. Bruce never had the opportunity to go someplace as grand as the Spire; even in the Circles he supposed he was more... backwater was probably the best word to use. It had just ever been a place to live in because he had nowhere else to go. Nowhere else to be. Nowhere else to belong.
Bruce stops himself on that train of thought before it can go any further, clenching his fists lightly.]
I never knew being in a Circle could be that exciting. [He replies, and its half a truth. The two Circles he had stayed in had always been more traditional, for lack of a better word. Aside from the necessary rituals and such nothing really happened during all the festive days. Bruce had never thought much of it back then because there was the work, and festivals always had a bad habit of reminding him about his life before the Circles. A life he would never have again.]
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Bruce stops himself on that train of thought before it can go any further, clenching his fists lightly.]
I never knew being in a Circle could be that exciting. [He replies, and its half a truth. The two Circles he had stayed in had always been more traditional, for lack of a better word. Aside from the necessary rituals and such nothing really happened during all the festive days. Bruce had never thought much of it back then because there was the work, and festivals always had a bad habit of reminding him about his life before the Circles. A life he would never have again.]