[ What animosity his own bloodline has for him is justified, warranted; he knows that it is. With pride stripped from him the moment the Draconian revealed his Calling, there is little he will defend of himself, save for their Star itself. Moreover, the end is nigh. To tamper with it would be to lose everything. Even now, it cries for salvation-- he cannot lose sight of it.
And so he remains unmoving at the insults, not so much as blinking as Regis spits them.
Raising a few fingers off the pommel of his Blade, Somnus lifts and tilts a steadying hand by a few degrees, a universal sign to signal another to temper, before he lowers that same palm back to its place. He has no quarrel with Regis. It is to the future he looks. ]
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And so he remains unmoving at the insults, not so much as blinking as Regis spits them.
Raising a few fingers off the pommel of his Blade, Somnus lifts and tilts a steadying hand by a few degrees, a universal sign to signal another to temper, before he lowers that same palm back to its place. He has no quarrel with Regis. It is to the future he looks. ]
What progress have you seen?