[ With pursed lips, Trahearne studies the note as Otegine explains. His words settle in the gaps of his half-hearted attempt to give Syrlya something to look forward to, digging into the depths of those voids like thorns.
It didn't matter what his intentions ever were, were they? It is always about hard work and results. It didn't matter that his intentions were to cleanse Orr and rid Tyria of Risen--it still took him twenty-three years to get it done, twenty-three years in which thousands of more people died because he did not work hard enough, or give results; it didn't matter that his intentions were to save what he could of the budding Pact when Fort Trinity was assaulted--the looks of those caught on the wrong side of the doors as they rolled closed, abandoned and left to die haunt him in his dreams to this day; it didn't matter that his intentions were to raze Maguuma and get the advantage over Mordremoth--it still did not erase the fact that they were hasty and underprepared, and more people lost their lives than they should have that day.
It didn't matter that his intentions were to surprise Syrlya with a fun blind date--he still hurt and offended him, perhaps portrayed him in a way he didn't like. His proverbial heart sinks to his stomach and for a moment, his eyes drop to the floor. ]
...I had no idea.
[ He looks up again, amber eyes searching Otegine's for an answer as to how to make this all better. ]
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It didn't matter what his intentions ever were, were they? It is always about hard work and results. It didn't matter that his intentions were to cleanse Orr and rid Tyria of Risen--it still took him twenty-three years to get it done, twenty-three years in which thousands of more people died because he did not work hard enough, or give results; it didn't matter that his intentions were to save what he could of the budding Pact when Fort Trinity was assaulted--the looks of those caught on the wrong side of the doors as they rolled closed, abandoned and left to die haunt him in his dreams to this day; it didn't matter that his intentions were to raze Maguuma and get the advantage over Mordremoth--it still did not erase the fact that they were hasty and underprepared, and more people lost their lives than they should have that day.
It didn't matter that his intentions were to surprise Syrlya with a fun blind date--he still hurt and offended him, perhaps portrayed him in a way he didn't like. His proverbial heart sinks to his stomach and for a moment, his eyes drop to the floor. ]
...I had no idea.
[ He looks up again, amber eyes searching Otegine's for an answer as to how to make this all better. ]
Is that why he was so angry?