[They were accurate, those who would still call themselves a Duelist followed that code, no matter how much they might wish to break it. And oh, how he wished now that he were a less honorable man. How he wished for just a moment, just a fleeting, short lived, shameful moment, that he could be as callous and as selfish as Lambard was.
But the stain it'd leave on his soul, how he'd be haunted by it if he were to draw his rapier now... It wasn't worth sacrificing that honor for. Nothing ever would be. Gaius's exhaustion would be mirrored back at him on the mage's own face, all that bitterness equally drained out, replaced now with empty, hollow resignation.
... Even hearing of the promise of a trial did nothing to alleviate it.]
I'm sure he would. His passion for Ala Mhigo may run even deeper than my own... [Were that he could be as brutal as the Bull.]
... Your apologies will not return my comrades to me, Baelsar.
[And indeed, the other man may very knew well of which ones precisely he spoke of, with the veneration that hung in the word.]
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But the stain it'd leave on his soul, how he'd be haunted by it if he were to draw his rapier now... It wasn't worth sacrificing that honor for. Nothing ever would be. Gaius's exhaustion would be mirrored back at him on the mage's own face, all that bitterness equally drained out, replaced now with empty, hollow resignation.
... Even hearing of the promise of a trial did nothing to alleviate it.]
I'm sure he would. His passion for Ala Mhigo may run even deeper than my own... [Were that he could be as brutal as the Bull.]
... Your apologies will not return my comrades to me, Baelsar.
[And indeed, the other man may very knew well of which ones precisely he spoke of, with the veneration that hung in the word.]