[The similarity hits between them just keep coming...]
That kind of hero is everywhere in war. They give some of them medals.
[She draws her hands close to her and begins fidgeting them together, but whatever mood was there has probably already passed, because she smiles again.]
As far as I'm concerned, you should be well-decorated. What would you call yourself?
[ Hmm. The moment may have passed, but he wonders if she’ll still be bothered by it later on. ]
Nothing. I never saved anyone without killing many others in their place. I think that hardly deserves any medals.
[ He smiles a little, figuring he can just turn the question around on her instead. It doesn’t matter if she’s never been in a war, she can use this as a hypothetical. ]
Oh, this is an easy question: I'd call myself Waltaquin.
[The Blue Foxes had been tight-knight, as mercenary and military groups often are, but she'd never been able to buy into the camaraderie, not completely. She had joined when they were interesting, left when she could no longer abide by what they wanted.]
I earned my share of decorations and demerits, too. We were well equipped to do the Kingdom's dirty work.
[ He sits up a little bit straighter in bed. Every little bit he finds out about Waltaquin just makes him more and more interested in finding out whatever he can about her. ]
You know precisely what constitutes dirty work, Wei Wuxian, and the breadth of what it encompasses. You sound like a noble, playing coy.
[Making political enemies disappear is only a part of it... One of those most interesting parts, of course. She doesn't mind her spot of gossip now and then, though.]
The group started as mercenaries, but garnered reputation over time in service to the crown.
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That kind of hero is everywhere in war. They give some of them medals.
[She draws her hands close to her and begins fidgeting them together, but whatever mood was there has probably already passed, because she smiles again.]
As far as I'm concerned, you should be well-decorated. What would you call yourself?
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Nothing. I never saved anyone without killing many others in their place. I think that hardly deserves any medals.
[ He smiles a little, figuring he can just turn the question around on her instead. It doesn’t matter if she’s never been in a war, she can use this as a hypothetical. ]
What would you call yourself, Waltaquin?
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[The Blue Foxes had been tight-knight, as mercenary and military groups often are, but she'd never been able to buy into the camaraderie, not completely. She had joined when they were interesting, left when she could no longer abide by what they wanted.]
I earned my share of decorations and demerits, too. We were well equipped to do the Kingdom's dirty work.
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[ He sits up a little bit straighter in bed. Every little bit he finds out about Waltaquin just makes him more and more interested in finding out whatever he can about her. ]
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[Making political enemies disappear is only a part of it... One of those most interesting parts, of course. She doesn't mind her spot of gossip now and then, though.]
The group started as mercenaries, but garnered reputation over time in service to the crown.
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So, you excelled in your work. [ Hm. ] What is your team like?
[ With the way Waltaquin is, he can't help but wonder who she works best with. ]