[ Kaspar wonders briefly about England's gods too when he hums. But he doesn't ask. Gods have always been real to him, even if he abandoned the stricter doctrines of the Avus in spirit long ago. Part of his soul, he still believes, was touched by Orm like any Groscian that can bleed. The big picture is too much for Kaspar to think about for too long. Not surrounded by such lovely things in the present. He doesn't want to fight over their divergent views of the goddess.
Kaspar remains quiet. He knows what it means to be a friend in little more than conviction alone, arms length for their own sakes. Some souls are meant to orbit, others not. Kaspar's had acquaintances, surface level friendships, and strangers that became comrades or doomed friends that were far closer to his heart than his own family. But there are none left alive that he'd consider close to him at all now. A constant, years long truth that no longer bothers him as far as he cares.
It's not often that he's reminded of that, though it is a fact he'd accepted before arriving here. All of that is to say, Kaspar's response to van Zieks is delayed. And it's hard to tell how far inward he dives, briefly, while his eyes still wander out in front of their aimless path; up along the foliage with open but subdued fascination. When was the last time anyone struck his bones like a tuning fork like this?
He stops, turning to the other man with a renewed smile. Kaspar lifts one hand for a handshake. ]
... then let's, be friends? Who we are now matters too. And we can, give this value, since we're here.
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[ Kaspar wonders briefly about England's gods too when he hums. But he doesn't ask. Gods have always been real to him, even if he abandoned the stricter doctrines of the Avus in spirit long ago. Part of his soul, he still believes, was touched by Orm like any Groscian that can bleed. The big picture is too much for Kaspar to think about for too long. Not surrounded by such lovely things in the present. He doesn't want to fight over their divergent views of the goddess.
Kaspar remains quiet. He knows what it means to be a friend in little more than conviction alone, arms length for their own sakes. Some souls are meant to orbit, others not. Kaspar's had acquaintances, surface level friendships, and strangers that became comrades or doomed friends that were far closer to his heart than his own family. But there are none left alive that he'd consider close to him at all now. A constant, years long truth that no longer bothers him as far as he cares.
It's not often that he's reminded of that, though it is a fact he'd accepted before arriving here. All of that is to say, Kaspar's response to van Zieks is delayed. And it's hard to tell how far inward he dives, briefly, while his eyes still wander out in front of their aimless path; up along the foliage with open but subdued fascination. When was the last time anyone struck his bones like a tuning fork like this?
He stops, turning to the other man with a renewed smile. Kaspar lifts one hand for a handshake. ]
... then let's, be friends? Who we are now matters too. And we can, give this value, since we're here.