[Part of him hisses that she does not understand. He is a Highblood. He cannot need help. He is supposed to be the help. He's supposed to prove that he's more the cull-troll he got made to. He's supposed to be... worth something...
But his head bows, because she's right. This is the fate of the world. Even if it does make him a failure, even if it makes him useless and unwanted, it's the right thing to do.
This is the right thing to do...
Just as he's reluctantly nodding to her words, she adds to it and his head shoots back up, eyes wide. ]
R-Really? Woudst thou truly preform such a miracle for the likes of me?
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But his head bows, because she's right. This is the fate of the world. Even if it does make him a failure, even if it makes him useless and unwanted, it's the right thing to do.
This is the right thing to do...
Just as he's reluctantly nodding to her words, she adds to it and his head shoots back up, eyes wide. ]
R-Really? Woudst thou truly preform such a miracle for the likes of me?