There is nothing to forgive. I'm very glad you are alive, Alice. To be able to have this conversation with you, hard as it is, is a blessing.
[ He listens, because that is what he does. However badly he wants to convince someone to at least conceptualize his point, at least understand where he's coming from, even if they do not choose it — Drizzt still finds value in being quiet, and still, and listening attentively to someone who is speaking of their life lessons, their morals.
He understands the value of fighting to live, as much as he understands the value in dying. Sometimes you do not die satisfied, but you must make your peace with what will happen no matter how hard you fight. ]
— I was the third son born to a noble family, in Menzoberranzan. By the law of my people, my only value was in being slaughtered for the goddess of the drow. I lived only by the virtue of my oldest brother being murdered, bringing the number of sons back to two. I also understand the value of life and being alive, of fighting for it... and I also understand that sometimes, our ability to take our next breath is far, far beyond our power to control.
[ In his mind, there is a gentleness. A peace and calm that betrays how unhappy he is about her choice, but that he will not be angry with her or begrudge her for it. What she believes in is ironclad, and if even for a moment in her life she thinks of what he said today and finds sense in it... he will be content. Within the clasp of their Communion, he does not reach for her, but he does stand politely within reach of her. ]
I don't think the people of these worlds will ever be ready to die. Not even I was, when it happened to me. I just don't see how they're ready to fight until the bitter end. They are ignorant of what is going to happen to them, and it's going to blindside them like it blindsided us.
[ That's a fact, to him. The worlds are going to die, unprepared and screaming, or snuffed out by merciful hands that care about it. ]
I wish someone would have chosen to grant us a more peaceful end, instead of having to feel our reality devoured by Oblivion before we even knew it was upon us, is all. I hope you keep that in mind, when you weigh the value of their impending death.
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[ He listens, because that is what he does. However badly he wants to convince someone to at least conceptualize his point, at least understand where he's coming from, even if they do not choose it — Drizzt still finds value in being quiet, and still, and listening attentively to someone who is speaking of their life lessons, their morals.
He understands the value of fighting to live, as much as he understands the value in dying. Sometimes you do not die satisfied, but you must make your peace with what will happen no matter how hard you fight. ]
— I was the third son born to a noble family, in Menzoberranzan. By the law of my people, my only value was in being slaughtered for the goddess of the drow. I lived only by the virtue of my oldest brother being murdered, bringing the number of sons back to two. I also understand the value of life and being alive, of fighting for it... and I also understand that sometimes, our ability to take our next breath is far, far beyond our power to control.
[ In his mind, there is a gentleness. A peace and calm that betrays how unhappy he is about her choice, but that he will not be angry with her or begrudge her for it. What she believes in is ironclad, and if even for a moment in her life she thinks of what he said today and finds sense in it... he will be content. Within the clasp of their Communion, he does not reach for her, but he does stand politely within reach of her. ]
I don't think the people of these worlds will ever be ready to die. Not even I was, when it happened to me. I just don't see how they're ready to fight until the bitter end. They are ignorant of what is going to happen to them, and it's going to blindside them like it blindsided us.
[ That's a fact, to him. The worlds are going to die, unprepared and screaming, or snuffed out by merciful hands that care about it. ]
I wish someone would have chosen to grant us a more peaceful end, instead of having to feel our reality devoured by Oblivion before we even knew it was upon us, is all. I hope you keep that in mind, when you weigh the value of their impending death.