[--He repeats, committing this to memory. The bit about dying fast--less attractive, when applied personally. But in a song? It will rouse sympathy, inspiration, pride--a complicated mix of emotions that will guarantee a remembering.
Less keen to dwell, again, on the 'dying', Scipio nods along anyways as he follows Kaisa down the stairs. He has never much considered his own death since, until recently, he had felt invincible. It is less easy to feel so when the song of old gods runs through your head every moment of your living. But his vague thoughts toward his own mortal end had involved a great deal of swashbuckling and action, so he can identify there, at least.]
You have thought very long on your death, I think. [No judgement. It's just interesting.] In some places of this world, it is ill luck, to speak at such length. Some little demon may hear the morbidity and come to make it true. This is what I was told, when I was still so small.
[He indicates how small, with his hand close to his knee.]
But I like this, yes? To die in glory. If there must be a death, let it be a death that will be a legend, a death that will be remembered! A list? Pah. For you, we will write a song, a song so tuneful and lively that they will sing it in taverns all over Thedas. Your name, repeated in such legend, will grow your legend. And I will write this song for you now, full of your escapades, your daring--and save the last verses for your death, when it comes. Maker forbid that it be so soon.
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[--He repeats, committing this to memory. The bit about dying fast--less attractive, when applied personally. But in a song? It will rouse sympathy, inspiration, pride--a complicated mix of emotions that will guarantee a remembering.
Less keen to dwell, again, on the 'dying', Scipio nods along anyways as he follows Kaisa down the stairs. He has never much considered his own death since, until recently, he had felt invincible. It is less easy to feel so when the song of old gods runs through your head every moment of your living. But his vague thoughts toward his own mortal end had involved a great deal of swashbuckling and action, so he can identify there, at least.]
You have thought very long on your death, I think. [No judgement. It's just interesting.] In some places of this world, it is ill luck, to speak at such length. Some little demon may hear the morbidity and come to make it true. This is what I was told, when I was still so small.
[He indicates how small, with his hand close to his knee.]
But I like this, yes? To die in glory. If there must be a death, let it be a death that will be a legend, a death that will be remembered! A list? Pah. For you, we will write a song, a song so tuneful and lively that they will sing it in taverns all over Thedas. Your name, repeated in such legend, will grow your legend. And I will write this song for you now, full of your escapades, your daring--and save the last verses for your death, when it comes. Maker forbid that it be so soon.