When Koumyou looks over, Devero is staring at him. It's one thing to be told about the enormity of the responsibilities of a Sanzo priest. It's another to have glimpsed the power of Koumyou's sutra, to have seen the scars on his lean body.
And it's yet another to hear him talk so evenly about the survivors of the training regimen required to be eligible for the title, about giving everything.
Yes, there's conflict on his world. And on his world, he'd be considered an intimidating man, possibly a little bit dangerous, because of the time he served as a Scorpion in the World Guard. But even as the elite soldiers of his world only resorted to lethal force as a very last resort. Deaths, even combatant deaths in firefights, were investigated and analyzed, to figure out if they could have been prevented. Human life was too precious to the survivors of the Pathogen, even so many generations removed from the annihilation of the civilization of Before.
He's killed people, in the course of his service, but so few that he could number them on his hands. Each life weighs on him, even if taking them had always been judged necessary by his superiors.
He turns on the ledge to face Koumyou, water parting around his hands as he offers them out. "I'm sorry that that's just how it is," he tells him. "Your world is much, much harder than mine."
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And it's yet another to hear him talk so evenly about the survivors of the training regimen required to be eligible for the title, about giving everything.
Yes, there's conflict on his world. And on his world, he'd be considered an intimidating man, possibly a little bit dangerous, because of the time he served as a Scorpion in the World Guard. But even as the elite soldiers of his world only resorted to lethal force as a very last resort. Deaths, even combatant deaths in firefights, were investigated and analyzed, to figure out if they could have been prevented. Human life was too precious to the survivors of the Pathogen, even so many generations removed from the annihilation of the civilization of Before.
He's killed people, in the course of his service, but so few that he could number them on his hands. Each life weighs on him, even if taking them had always been judged necessary by his superiors.
He turns on the ledge to face Koumyou, water parting around his hands as he offers them out. "I'm sorry that that's just how it is," he tells him. "Your world is much, much harder than mine."