Lemm expected many things; this level of admiration was not one of them, though this was largely because he hadn't known the Pure Vessel's skills. Basic knight training, yes, he'd assumed; strange indeed that it ever went beyond that.
They'll let this go in the record. Lemm finds himself uncomfortable with including it, but what is this to the rest of the Abyss? More of the same. Details that paint the truth of what was done. There are more of these than he expected.
"I'll take no pleasure in calling them that even once, if it risks shaping the thoughts of whoever's reading. I'll have to think about it." He shakes his head. "And it's not just your permission I'll need, is it?"
Lemm gazes down at the image, at the Godseekers' poetry. It's too easy to picture this Knight and imagine that their job was ordinary - that they lived a life in service of the King, and the Memorial outside might pay respect to some grand choice they'd made.
Illusion of choice, Lemm thinks, and is not prepared for the nausea that hits when his mind helpfully supplies a faint sketch of the Great Knights and a detail of something small.
He tears his eyes off the page and manages himself carefully into detached academia, letting none of his unsteadiness bleed through.
"They did a clever little blink in my shop, but I'd not thought it might go so much further than that. I'm more relieved than I was that their Nail was on my side."
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They'll let this go in the record. Lemm finds himself uncomfortable with including it, but what is this to the rest of the Abyss? More of the same. Details that paint the truth of what was done. There are more of these than he expected.
"I'll take no pleasure in calling them that even once, if it risks shaping the thoughts of whoever's reading. I'll have to think about it." He shakes his head. "And it's not just your permission I'll need, is it?"
Lemm gazes down at the image, at the Godseekers' poetry. It's too easy to picture this Knight and imagine that their job was ordinary - that they lived a life in service of the King, and the Memorial outside might pay respect to some grand choice they'd made.
Illusion of choice, Lemm thinks, and is not prepared for the nausea that hits when his mind helpfully supplies a faint sketch of the Great Knights and a detail of something small.
He tears his eyes off the page and manages himself carefully into detached academia, letting none of his unsteadiness bleed through.
"They did a clever little blink in my shop, but I'd not thought it might go so much further than that. I'm more relieved than I was that their Nail was on my side."