[He's been speaking to the group that chose to follow a creature of purely evil intent halfway across the fantasy arctic because it had a familiar face. They started with giving bandits a gold piece, with helping a traitor to the Dynasty. The feeling is so powerful that the whole, intact soul of Lucien, with only its fragile little pieces of Mollymauk, hesitated to kill them until the last.
The Mighty Nein on the whole are very reluctant to act as judge and jury. Molly especially. He has no desire to sit here and weigh his friend's sins.]
Just doesn't. [...] Don't think any of us would be where we were if there weren't fucked shit in our pasts. So we are what we are right now. Making new choices.
[He goes quiet for a while after that, since it just sort of seems like a lot was said and accepted, and maybe the horse doesn't need to be beaten into a paste about it. Pulling him in a little closer again, just turning his face to kiss him on top of his head once. Touchy-feely week, man. Though it's a gesture he's familiar with anyway, this time just without the slap in front of it. Seems like Caleb's progressed beyond the need for slapping.]
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The Mighty Nein on the whole are very reluctant to act as judge and jury. Molly especially. He has no desire to sit here and weigh his friend's sins.]
Just doesn't. [...] Don't think any of us would be where we were if there weren't fucked shit in our pasts. So we are what we are right now. Making new choices.
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Alright. [Just. Leaning his head against him.]
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[He goes quiet for a while after that, since it just sort of seems like a lot was said and accepted, and maybe the horse doesn't need to be beaten into a paste about it. Pulling him in a little closer again, just turning his face to kiss him on top of his head once. Touchy-feely week, man. Though it's a gesture he's familiar with anyway, this time just without the slap in front of it. Seems like Caleb's progressed beyond the need for slapping.]