[Idealistic advice was always easy to dispense; it existed only in the abstract then, as something to be put upon a pedestal and respected and appreciated. To do such a thing was far more arduous - you had to actually create what was commendable enough to be revered in such a way, and it was difficult work. Ashitaka was a dutiful young man, and he would not complain at such a task, but sometimes he finds himself slacking where once he might have pursued with dogged tenacity. Not having the looming threat of the curse claiming his life or the responsibility of his people directly draped over his shoulders might do something like that. He's still trying to find the piece of COST's mission that he can use to give him proper motivation.
But Ashitaka is appreciative of a comfortable silence as well, so he is happy to share one with the old soldier. He almost feels sad to have broken it and replaced it with such a grave subject, but certain things would only continue to cause pain if they were not more carefully examined and shared.
He is quiet at the answer. His own confrontation with Kebechet had been very different, but perhaps there were undertones of that to their conversation. The Regency agent had always had an air of superiority, though someone with the upper-hand in both situation and knowledge would come by that naturally.
Assuming the translator at least attempts to change that into something he could understand, he smiles ever-so-faintly.] She had few pleasant things to say about me, as well. ["Fool" was one he remembers. "Pugnate," another, though this one he has less understanding of.
Strange, that they were some of the only people who would carry on the memory of her.
Ashitaka seems to sift for words before he continues.]
I believe we are something else to them. [He doesn't claim to know much about the intricacies of warfare or prisoners or torture, but the more he thinks on what he experienced, the odder it seems.] Something that can be used. Something which would be a waste, simply to destroy.
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But Ashitaka is appreciative of a comfortable silence as well, so he is happy to share one with the old soldier. He almost feels sad to have broken it and replaced it with such a grave subject, but certain things would only continue to cause pain if they were not more carefully examined and shared.
He is quiet at the answer. His own confrontation with Kebechet had been very different, but perhaps there were undertones of that to their conversation. The Regency agent had always had an air of superiority, though someone with the upper-hand in both situation and knowledge would come by that naturally.
Assuming the translator at least attempts to change that into something he could understand, he smiles ever-so-faintly.] She had few pleasant things to say about me, as well. ["Fool" was one he remembers. "Pugnate," another, though this one he has less understanding of.
Strange, that they were some of the only people who would carry on the memory of her.
Ashitaka seems to sift for words before he continues.]
I believe we are something else to them. [He doesn't claim to know much about the intricacies of warfare or prisoners or torture, but the more he thinks on what he experienced, the odder it seems.] Something that can be used. Something which would be a waste, simply to destroy.