[ Nor is he interested in pity. He doesn't say that so baldly, though; he's taking Richie's statement for what it is: something like a peace offering. One he will not turn away.
The shoreline is visible ahead; their journey will come to its end, soon. Koltira sits down, hands on his knees, expression neutral. His eyes--bright as lanterns, obscuring the scar-white of his pupils--give nothing away. ]
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[ Nor is he interested in pity. He doesn't say that so baldly, though; he's taking Richie's statement for what it is: something like a peace offering. One he will not turn away.
The shoreline is visible ahead; their journey will come to its end, soon. Koltira sits down, hands on his knees, expression neutral. His eyes--bright as lanterns, obscuring the scar-white of his pupils--give nothing away. ]
Like many things, it simply is.