[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas & Mazelina:



"Oh?" He considered that, ears perking up. "Well, that's something. I'd always been a little worried about that, but if it's just your kind having more common access to magic, that seems fairer. Although not gonna lie, being able to bring someone back from the brink of death seems quite enviable. More than just strength, but thanks for the flattery. We've got plenty of strength already so..." He admittedly, looking about at the rest of the group. "I don't know, maybe I'm looking for something, something to explain why..." He drifted off, thinking of his home and the invasion, and looked down at the ground, falling silent.

"Strength isn't enough, not physically anyway." He said eventually, an edge of bitterness there. "Belief... There's something to it too maybe. I don't know...It's hard to have faith in them sometimes."

It was hard to have faith in the gods during tragedy when one people seemed to be favoured more than the other. At least Mazelina seemed to confirm that belief in the gods themselves wasn't it exactly, that helped a little. Even if Saedore seemed to be the most prominent one he'd heard of that they cared about and vice-versa, maybe he needed to stop taking their words on things a little, could be biased. He grimaced at himself, sad he was being so critical, maybe unfair. "I apoligise, I don't mean to question your goddess. Thank you for your explanations so far." Barnabas said, bowing his head politely to Mazelina.