Now listen here, you. [Sidurgu dumps his bottle of mulled wine down on the counter, grabs him by the chin and leans over, until he can look Rhys in the eye. From the glassy look in them, he knows the man is too far gone, but still.]
My rage, my hate, and mine oaths cannot be bought, for I am a knight beholden to the weak.
[Every word he speaks is enunciated clearly, the noble upbringing he was subjected to by his master despite his commoner blood shining through. Sidurgu has always preferred to portray himself the ill-tempered brute out of sheer disdain for the Ishgardian nobility he bears such strong grudges towards, but that doesn't mean his master's lessons leaked out of his horns.]
What I do, I do to protect those who cannot, those unable to do so themselves. I raise my blade for those who cannot, not for spoiled brats who think money solves everything. You are not worthy of the path of the dark arts.
And I shall tell you the same thing when you are sober-- just so it sticks.
cw: pure edgelord bullshit, it's so gross
My rage, my hate, and mine oaths cannot be bought, for I am a knight beholden to the weak.
[Every word he speaks is enunciated clearly, the noble upbringing he was subjected to by his master despite his commoner blood shining through. Sidurgu has always preferred to portray himself the ill-tempered brute out of sheer disdain for the Ishgardian nobility he bears such strong grudges towards, but that doesn't mean his master's lessons leaked out of his horns.]
What I do, I do to protect those who cannot, those unable to do so themselves. I raise my blade for those who cannot, not for spoiled brats who think money solves everything. You are not worthy of the path of the dark arts.
And I shall tell you the same thing when you are sober-- just so it sticks.