[Certainly more formal than they are used to, make no mistake, but the child is...polite, if unnecessarily formal. But it seems that a great deal of children here are, with Ren as the notable, welcome exception.]
[Their dark eyes blink once, sliding back over to the child as he questions the purpose of such kindness. Questions why they would bother being so nice to him. It should not count as nice, what they've done; it is protecting a child who does not deserve to live in a world of perpetual fear and doubt and pain, the way the children of the world that came before did. Living always in terror for what was to come, for the creeping of the Immortal Cell that would claim their lives.]
[And yet...]
[And yet.]
[It is not unlike their own festering doubts. It is not unlike their queries as to why someone would bother. Why a fellow drifter would pick them up off the ground and carry them to a bed and offer them a place in a town that would surely not have given them a second look, were it not for this respected figure's open support. Unceasingly kind, and never once asking for a favor in turn.]
[If they had done nothing right for them in life, they can do this now. They can honor them, by emulating their sense of duty.]
[By being brave in being kind in turn, to others.]
[It may be difficult to tell, but the lines creasing the Drifter's cobalt brow soften, and that faint frown disperses.]
i do what was once done for me children should not live in fear
no subject
[Their dark eyes blink once, sliding back over to the child as he questions the purpose of such kindness. Questions why they would bother being so nice to him. It should not count as nice, what they've done; it is protecting a child who does not deserve to live in a world of perpetual fear and doubt and pain, the way the children of the world that came before did. Living always in terror for what was to come, for the creeping of the Immortal Cell that would claim their lives.]
[And yet...]
[And yet.]
[It is not unlike their own festering doubts. It is not unlike their queries as to why someone would bother. Why a fellow drifter would pick them up off the ground and carry them to a bed and offer them a place in a town that would surely not have given them a second look, were it not for this respected figure's open support. Unceasingly kind, and never once asking for a favor in turn.]
[If they had done nothing right for them in life, they can do this now. They can honor them, by emulating their sense of duty.]
[By being brave in being kind in turn, to others.]
[It may be difficult to tell, but the lines creasing the Drifter's cobalt brow soften, and that faint frown disperses.]
i do what was once done for me
children should not live in fear