His eyebrows furrow as he can't help but think that's the most extreme reaction to a teenager sleeping in that he's ever heard. What the fuck is going on with the clans? He straightens his posture to look out past Link, like he could actually see where the other elves are. Honestly, he just wants to talk at this point about what fucked-up mentality that they gained in the last hundred years.
"What do you mean who are the Intoners? Are they not explaining that shit?" He jerks backwards as he can't help but be even more surprised that they aren't talked about. Slapping his hand over his forehead, he lets out a loud, pained sigh. "I guess they're all dead now, so there's no reason to remember them. But, I feel like there's something to be said about knowing the history of the world."
His hand slides down his face. "Link, we're going to live a long, long time. We're going to see the world change in ways that humans only wish they can or pleased they can't witness." That means certain things need to be remembered; certain things need to be held onto memory. "Just because something is dead and gone doesn't mean it should be treated as it didn't happen. History can be rewritten however anyone likes, but we are the ones get get to see it with our eyes."
Nero feels his eyes sharpen as he fixes his gaze on the elf. It is so nice to be able to part some wisdom to someone. "Remember it. Treasure it. Hold onto it. History is nothing but memories to us, anyway." He refuses to have things be rewritten to something convenient. He wants it to remain the mess that it actually is. Let it be warped by emotions, but never rewritten into a beautiful story.
"Anyway!" That lesson out of the way. He claps his hands together and continues with answering Link's question. "Intoners. They were the Goddesses of our world. They ruled over everything and with their song... they could tear armies and countries to bloody, bloody ribbons."
He smiles. "We didn't fight against them. We let them take everything. When they attempted to step on our autonomy, we did something... we were too arrogant and got our teeth kicked all the way in. But don't worry... they're all dead and gone, like I said before, and we're still here."
His smile widens. "Get it? We're still here."
Like cockroaches. Elves will keep living and get to continue to watch the world burn around them. So, Link should learn to enjoy it early rather than give into peaceful thinking, right?
WHO'S ON FIRST!!
His eyebrows furrow as he can't help but think that's the most extreme reaction to a teenager sleeping in that he's ever heard. What the fuck is going on with the clans? He straightens his posture to look out past Link, like he could actually see where the other elves are. Honestly, he just wants to talk at this point about what fucked-up mentality that they gained in the last hundred years.
"What do you mean who are the Intoners? Are they not explaining that shit?" He jerks backwards as he can't help but be even more surprised that they aren't talked about. Slapping his hand over his forehead, he lets out a loud, pained sigh. "I guess they're all dead now, so there's no reason to remember them. But, I feel like there's something to be said about knowing the history of the world."
His hand slides down his face. "Link, we're going to live a long, long time. We're going to see the world change in ways that humans only wish they can or pleased they can't witness." That means certain things need to be remembered; certain things need to be held onto memory. "Just because something is dead and gone doesn't mean it should be treated as it didn't happen. History can be rewritten however anyone likes, but we are the ones get get to see it with our eyes."
Nero feels his eyes sharpen as he fixes his gaze on the elf. It is so nice to be able to part some wisdom to someone. "Remember it. Treasure it. Hold onto it. History is nothing but memories to us, anyway." He refuses to have things be rewritten to something convenient. He wants it to remain the mess that it actually is. Let it be warped by emotions, but never rewritten into a beautiful story.
"Anyway!" That lesson out of the way. He claps his hands together and continues with answering Link's question. "Intoners. They were the Goddesses of our world. They ruled over everything and with their song... they could tear armies and countries to bloody, bloody ribbons."
He smiles. "We didn't fight against them. We let them take everything. When they attempted to step on our autonomy, we did something... we were too arrogant and got our teeth kicked all the way in. But don't worry... they're all dead and gone, like I said before, and we're still here."
His smile widens. "Get it? We're still here."
Like cockroaches. Elves will keep living and get to continue to watch the world burn around them. So, Link should learn to enjoy it early rather than give into peaceful thinking, right?