I speak of what I do not know?! [ The dragoon bristles in anger then; the familiar seething tone of unbridled anger coming from him. A hand raises to hit he bars of the cage as a warning that Aymeric may wish to chose his words wisely. ] T'was I who first spoke with Hraesvelgr along side Ysayle, Alphinaud, and the sisters. T'was I who was possessed by the wrym who sought to destroy our lineages from the face of this star! I lived the never ending anger and hatred. I felt the betrayal of Thordan as if Ratatoskr was my very own kin!
Do not think yourself so highly that you could speak to me as if I know naught. I know far more than you or any of the Scions could ever dream to know!
[ He is aware there is little point in arguing with Aymeric. The man is not himself or aware of what he says and does. However, there are certain things he will not stand for.
Estinien leans closer to the bars as a growl rumbles from him. One that feels out of practice as he has not had the need to feel such anger in some time. ]
Lest you forget, brother, we have obtained peace. War with the dragons has ended by Nidhogg's death. Now all that remains is the war with the Empire. Your war would see all those who wish to have their own lives and destinies die by your sword. Is that truly peace, or is it a world made of authorities of lies?!
[ Despite the anger and the clear offense he has taken? He has noted that no talk of the Warriors of Light as people seems to phase Aymeric. The primal must truly be drowning out all that his brother covenants as his with falsehoods and promises. ]
Primals know no love. They eat at the heart, mind and soul till nothing remains. You will not be you, Aymeric. How can you be loved as the bastard child you are if you are warped beyond who you are?
[ At that, he finally leans away from the bars and half turns. ] It matters not in the end. You know as well as I that the Primals have not stood chance against the might of the Warriors of Light... nor will they ever.
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Do not think yourself so highly that you could speak to me as if I know naught. I know far more than you or any of the Scions could ever dream to know!
[ He is aware there is little point in arguing with Aymeric. The man is not himself or aware of what he says and does. However, there are certain things he will not stand for.
Estinien leans closer to the bars as a growl rumbles from him. One that feels out of practice as he has not had the need to feel such anger in some time. ]
Lest you forget, brother, we have obtained peace. War with the dragons has ended by Nidhogg's death. Now all that remains is the war with the Empire. Your war would see all those who wish to have their own lives and destinies die by your sword. Is that truly peace, or is it a world made of authorities of lies?!
[ Despite the anger and the clear offense he has taken? He has noted that no talk of the Warriors of Light as people seems to phase Aymeric. The primal must truly be drowning out all that his brother covenants as his with falsehoods and promises. ]
Primals know no love. They eat at the heart, mind and soul till nothing remains. You will not be you, Aymeric. How can you be loved as the bastard child you are if you are warped beyond who you are?
[ At that, he finally leans away from the bars and half turns. ] It matters not in the end. You know as well as I that the Primals have not stood chance against the might of the Warriors of Light... nor will they ever.