What a profound statement or, better yet, could it be considered a question?
"...just wondering what made you, you."
He continued to listen to hear, although not as astutely as he should have. Still, he had no issue processing everything she'd been saying. But he found himself focusing more on that one phrase, despite how silly one could see it. What made him as he sat there now? Time and time again, he'd thought it all revolved back to being a paragon. A virtuous liberator of the innocent. Fighting tyrants, and freeing those unable from the injustices they faced, no matter how bleak the outcome appeared to be. But it never fulfilled him. He certainly took joy in acting as a beacon of hope to the hopeless, and felt warmth in accomplishing his good deeds, but it never filled the empty void that constantly protested within. And so what made him?
Tragedy, misfortune, and self-obligated purpose. He persistently endeavored against the grain, fighting the current and struggling against the tide.
"I can feel your sentiments..." He murmured. "I felt something similar myself in my youth. I still feel something akin to that, to this day." He continued, in reference to her feelings of misplacement. His brow drew upward, though, when she mentioned her inability to learn martial arts. "But...I thought you mentioned in your letter that you'd been studying under a mentor?" He began, only to smile. "I suppose it may go without saying, but...you could have always asked me via letter. I'd have been, and would be, more than willing to teach you what I can."
He watched her sail through the air, landing gracefully without so much as stirring the ground beneath her feet. She held high promise, but upon hearing the way she spoke of needing to head home, his instincts told him otherwise. He rose to his feet, at that point, and, with nuanced steps, came within arms length of her.
"Well, if that must be so...I hope to see you again soon, as I plan to stick around for a bit." He lightly murmured, reaching out in an attempt to draw her into a light, yet warm, embrace; short and sweet before he'd let her free to her own devices. "Be safe."
"...just wondering what made you, you."
He continued to listen to hear, although not as astutely as he should have. Still, he had no issue processing everything she'd been saying. But he found himself focusing more on that one phrase, despite how silly one could see it. What made him as he sat there now? Time and time again, he'd thought it all revolved back to being a paragon. A virtuous liberator of the innocent. Fighting tyrants, and freeing those unable from the injustices they faced, no matter how bleak the outcome appeared to be. But it never fulfilled him. He certainly took joy in acting as a beacon of hope to the hopeless, and felt warmth in accomplishing his good deeds, but it never filled the empty void that constantly protested within. And so what made him?
Tragedy, misfortune, and self-obligated purpose. He persistently endeavored against the grain, fighting the current and struggling against the tide.
"I can feel your sentiments..." He murmured. "I felt something similar myself in my youth. I still feel something akin to that, to this day." He continued, in reference to her feelings of misplacement. His brow drew upward, though, when she mentioned her inability to learn martial arts. "But...I thought you mentioned in your letter that you'd been studying under a mentor?" He began, only to smile. "I suppose it may go without saying, but...you could have always asked me via letter. I'd have been, and would be, more than willing to teach you what I can."
He watched her sail through the air, landing gracefully without so much as stirring the ground beneath her feet. She held high promise, but upon hearing the way she spoke of needing to head home, his instincts told him otherwise. He rose to his feet, at that point, and, with nuanced steps, came within arms length of her.
"Well, if that must be so...I hope to see you again soon, as I plan to stick around for a bit." He lightly murmured, reaching out in an attempt to draw her into a light, yet warm, embrace; short and sweet before he'd let her free to her own devices. "Be safe."