[ Lars knows no more of Rion than his name and disposition, but he wonders at his calm. Is it a high level of personal restraint or a lack of urgency? Unwilling to ask, he can only speculate as he warily monitors their surroundings.
His life has never been peaceful nor calm, growing up in a nation locked in constant strife. It breeds a certain anxiety that digs in and grips tight. Even now.
Perhaps it's worse, actually, as he arrived here on the heels of a jarring revelation. He'd yet to process what to even do with that.
The name he'd heard whispered in the dark was-
Forcibly, he shoves the thought aside. Bends his focus on listening to the rest of what Rion is saying to him... And admittedly, he only picks up the tail end of what that soft voice has to say. ]
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His life has never been peaceful nor calm, growing up in a nation locked in constant strife. It breeds a certain anxiety that digs in and grips tight. Even now.
Perhaps it's worse, actually, as he arrived here on the heels of a jarring revelation. He'd yet to process what to even do with that.
The name he'd heard whispered in the dark was-
Forcibly, he shoves the thought aside. Bends his focus on listening to the rest of what Rion is saying to him... And admittedly, he only picks up the tail end of what that soft voice has to say. ]
...Probably.
[ At some point. Right.
He's never been one for waiting. ]