That's one hell of a question, Luka! Sure, you didn't expect an answer, but Garrot's done plenty of deep thinking about it, just... for a different outsider. So he just sits silently, letting the Princess's declarations wash over him. He waits a few moments, trying to shape his thoughts and emotions into anything other than impotent, violent rage.
"To answer your question, anyone who's been alive on this planet for the last forty years has had their life ruined." There's a short, curt sigh because Garrot sure has found some resolve, and it's fierce. "If you remember your history classes, our planet had a thing for wars." The statement is harsh, but not condescending; he actually remembers life before the Wizard and Protector.
"Now instead of bombs, we're scared of talking animals out of cartoons, and schoolkids learn to swing swords." You know that back in my day kind of crotchety old man tone? Yeah, combine that with restrained, molten rage. "Now we're fighting their war. His war." There's a short, forceful breath from his nose, a conscious release of pressure.
"This cycle isn't about our planet, our people. It never was." Garrot scoffs, and then exhales loud and deep, venting all the warmth and fire from his body. His entire demeanor shifts towards absolute zero, a chilled and measured departure from the explosions he'd been riding until now. "Or he'd be building ships to save us all if he lost."
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"To answer your question, anyone who's been alive on this planet for the last forty years has had their life ruined." There's a short, curt sigh because Garrot sure has found some resolve, and it's fierce. "If you remember your history classes, our planet had a thing for wars." The statement is harsh, but not condescending; he actually remembers life before the Wizard and Protector.
"Now instead of bombs, we're scared of talking animals out of cartoons, and schoolkids learn to swing swords." You know that back in my day kind of crotchety old man tone? Yeah, combine that with restrained, molten rage. "Now we're fighting their war. His war." There's a short, forceful breath from his nose, a conscious release of pressure.
"This cycle isn't about our planet, our people. It never was." Garrot scoffs, and then exhales loud and deep, venting all the warmth and fire from his body. His entire demeanor shifts towards absolute zero, a chilled and measured departure from the explosions he'd been riding until now. "Or he'd be building ships to save us all if he lost."