Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
Somehow Alex knew that garland wasn’t going to take the news well but he’d taken it better than Alex had expected. Trying to rationalize things out for himself to try and find a focal point in the chaos. After all Alex had more or less just turned everything Garland though he knew about him on its head. The words of praise just kept falling out mixed in with disparity and incredulity. Alex just waited for the end of his first tirade before piping up again.
“You said it yourself, not everyone is what they seem. I’m not a good man, I never have been. At least not by nature. It’s hard to hold back. To go against the very blood in your veins, even when you know it’s that of killers.”
Alex paused a moment longer to allow Garland to continue, the words tumbling like a waterfall trying to make sense of the situation.
“I’ve done nothing to prove myself. Nothing to show where I’ve been going but everything to show where I’ve come from. Inaction and indecision. Taking an easy path out in every spot. You’re right though I’m not a spy.” His words trailed off like an empty echo. As garland began to inquire as to what happened with him killing someone again he closed his eyes briefly the face flashing up in his mind. “I don’t want to recall that Garland, if I can help it. And you know how clearly I see things when I picture them.”
Seeing Garland with his usual dumbfounded smirk was something that set Alex to a little more ease however he couldn’t let things completely go. “As much as I want those words to be true garland. It is our past which defines us. Shapes us into the people we are today. After all, those who don’t learn from their pasts are doomed to repeat it.” Slowly tapping his hand on one of the benches nearby, he felt a chill run down his spine. The only thing keeping him in the knights right now was people he knew and even then that wasn’t a strong enough reason. At least not with all the ones pushing against him. “Garland, come winter I’m leaving for Alvadas. I’ve made up my mind. A son of Ravok can’t stay in this city. At least not any more. I’m going to spend the last few days of fall making preparations and enjoying the last few instances of talking to people I know then I’m striking out to make my own way in this twisted mess of a world.”