I guess that's true. [Gilly did seem very happy to have help around the inn. There was a lot to do and it seemed like there were only two hands at the inn he had seen so far, Gilly and the boy who was presumably her son.]
Yeah, it seems like most people just want to forget the past and move on. I mean I guess I can't blame them for the sentiment but I would never be able to forget the past. I don't want to. [The people he lost, the people everyone lost to the war, and all those homes. The destruction of AtrĂ³mitos must have killed so many people who were never going to be fighting in the war. Families, children, people's parents and sisters and grandparents. Their children, lovers, friends.] I can imagine the pain and the loss of it all might have made it too difficult for most people to talk about.
[He sighs and flips through one of his books before offering it over to her.]
I did find this passage about how the city was destroyed. I guess not much of anything survived that. The battle sounds - [He trails off with a shake of his head. It sounds worse than anything he had ever witnessed and never wanted to. He looks for another book from his stack, small and leather-bound, a book the merchant had told him came from Didymos. It was about the dragons, written before the war was even a thought on anyone's mind.]
I always thought they seemed kind, or at least like they cared about people. Looking back on all the pain they caused, I still don't understand what made things change. Why did it all go wrong so fast? [His thoughts come out on a soft, somber voice, fingertips digging into the binding until he has to clear his throat.] I can't imagine Logistykon approving of so many people dying so pointlessly.
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Yeah, it seems like most people just want to forget the past and move on. I mean I guess I can't blame them for the sentiment but I would never be able to forget the past. I don't want to. [The people he lost, the people everyone lost to the war, and all those homes. The destruction of AtrĂ³mitos must have killed so many people who were never going to be fighting in the war. Families, children, people's parents and sisters and grandparents. Their children, lovers, friends.] I can imagine the pain and the loss of it all might have made it too difficult for most people to talk about.
[He sighs and flips through one of his books before offering it over to her.]
I did find this passage about how the city was destroyed. I guess not much of anything survived that. The battle sounds - [He trails off with a shake of his head. It sounds worse than anything he had ever witnessed and never wanted to. He looks for another book from his stack, small and leather-bound, a book the merchant had told him came from Didymos. It was about the dragons, written before the war was even a thought on anyone's mind.]
I always thought they seemed kind, or at least like they cared about people. Looking back on all the pain they caused, I still don't understand what made things change. Why did it all go wrong so fast? [His thoughts come out on a soft, somber voice, fingertips digging into the binding until he has to clear his throat.] I can't imagine Logistykon approving of so many people dying so pointlessly.