Oh, well. That's far more noble than falling out of a rift, catching a bad case of shard in the palm and having to stick around or die painfully, huh. Abby feels abruptly humbled by this. She says, "We're lucky to have you." It strikes her that she's never asked the others their motivations for being here, had been assuming that, like any war, people were just doing as they were told, waiting for it to all be over.
May as well voice that.
"I was with the Washington Liberation Front back home," she explains, "We were at war with this... weird cult group that wanted control of the same area as we did, so we hunted them down and killed a lot of them. They did the same to us. It wasn't about doing good."
Abby doesn't know when this became embarrassing and hard to talk about. She pauses.
"I didn't give a shit at the time. I didn't care, I was just doing a job. And I thought I was using them for information, it was so stupid."
He's not entirely sure, if the organization were to be polled, "lucky to have him" would be a universal feeling (beyond the overall sense that there are too few members to willingly wish one away). But it feels rude to dispute an observation that's kindly meant, so he lets it pass.
Instead, a bit softer, he says, "I don't know how much you know about the Mage-Templar War, but I can understand that. I mean." He exhales. "It's complicated, I don't have to get into it, but I just mean to say that ... I was in a war I wasn't proud of, before this one. Risking my life to save the world from an actual monster isn't easier, but it's certainly more straightforward."
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May as well voice that.
"I was with the Washington Liberation Front back home," she explains, "We were at war with this... weird cult group that wanted control of the same area as we did, so we hunted them down and killed a lot of them. They did the same to us. It wasn't about doing good."
Abby doesn't know when this became embarrassing and hard to talk about. She pauses.
"I didn't give a shit at the time. I didn't care, I was just doing a job. And I thought I was using them for information, it was so stupid."
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Instead, a bit softer, he says, "I don't know how much you know about the Mage-Templar War, but I can understand that. I mean." He exhales. "It's complicated, I don't have to get into it, but I just mean to say that ... I was in a war I wasn't proud of, before this one. Risking my life to save the world from an actual monster isn't easier, but it's certainly more straightforward."