".....Perhaps you're right. If what you've told me is any indication, I very well may not understand what you've gone through." A moment of quiet consideration, but Seteth relents rather than pressing the point. Felix isn't quite grasping the root of his concerns, it seems, but that doesn't mean he's wrong. This is not war. They aren't fighting a battle or standing to be cut down in an ambush. This isn't even a hard and bleak land like the wilds of Faerghus, bitterly cold and inhospitable. Or at least, it hasn't been since the blizzard.....
But Faerghus is still inhabited, unless you venture deep into the wilderness. Even a war has men like himself working behind the scenes to ensure their supply lines are running smoothly, their weapons maintained, their uniforms washed and mended, their morale attended to, their troops supported with healers and smiths and cooks. There isn't a single man alive who could fight a war entirely on their own, himself and Felix included. He doesn't doubt the Kingdom's war has been grueling, in every sense of the word, but.....
.....It doesn't matter. Neither of them have any particular desire to split hairs trying to make Felix understand the sentiment--especially when his question brings up a different but equally valid dimension to Seteth's concerns. "I'm saying these automata need us, and they will do everything in their power to help us fulfill that purpose. No matter how poorly we think of their methods, it is in their best interest to take care of us."
Seteth's voice hardens a little, grows more serious as his hands pause in their work. Far easier to raise your sword against an army than try to fight a calamity you can't understand or predict, isn't it? "This world was inexplicably devastated, Felix. There were no survivors. Even the land itself was incapable of supporting life until recently. Has it occurred to you to wonder how or why this might be the case? Who is to say the same thing can't happen again, if we don't even understand what the Augur is trying to recover from?"
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But Faerghus is still inhabited, unless you venture deep into the wilderness. Even a war has men like himself working behind the scenes to ensure their supply lines are running smoothly, their weapons maintained, their uniforms washed and mended, their morale attended to, their troops supported with healers and smiths and cooks. There isn't a single man alive who could fight a war entirely on their own, himself and Felix included. He doesn't doubt the Kingdom's war has been grueling, in every sense of the word, but.....
.....It doesn't matter. Neither of them have any particular desire to split hairs trying to make Felix understand the sentiment--especially when his question brings up a different but equally valid dimension to Seteth's concerns. "I'm saying these automata need us, and they will do everything in their power to help us fulfill that purpose. No matter how poorly we think of their methods, it is in their best interest to take care of us."
Seteth's voice hardens a little, grows more serious as his hands pause in their work. Far easier to raise your sword against an army than try to fight a calamity you can't understand or predict, isn't it? "This world was inexplicably devastated, Felix. There were no survivors. Even the land itself was incapable of supporting life until recently. Has it occurred to you to wonder how or why this might be the case? Who is to say the same thing can't happen again, if we don't even understand what the Augur is trying to recover from?"