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03.Sep.12, 06:49 PM
Talian was honestly surprised at the apology, and it showed on his face. The only people that really apologized to him for anything were B'jin and Valerian, and both of those had been a bumpy learning curve. Tal didn't know what to say for a couple long moments, before he couldn't resist and broke out into a real smile.
"It's fine," he murmured, voice soft. His conversational tone was much less authoritative and forceful than his 'healer' voice. Talian the healer was a mask, and while it was certainly a real part of him, it was a highly distinct part from his normal meek, noninvasive self. "And for the record," he clarified, clearly thinking himself helpful, "I never said you were stupid." No, he said the idea was stupid, and that was a big difference! Even Talian got stupid ideas sometimes...stupid ideas like killing himself and walking around at night when he knew J'ver wanted revenge. The healer just smiled once more, then continued.
"I don't see why they wouldn't, once you're allowed your weapons again. Were I not disgusted by their methods, I might be flattered that they selected me. Everyone here was picked up because they had skills the dragonriders needed." He still wasn't able to keep all of the bile out of his voice. His own skills were clearly a waste here, aside from saving Jada. There weren't near enough cases, and he figured the people he would have saved back home - people that only he could save - were far more valuable than one single dragonrider here. It felt bad to objectify Jada that way, but she was one of them now anyhow. Tal couldn't find it in his gut to hate her, but his logical side hardly considered it a fair trade.
Not a fair trade for his life, either, but he chose not to think about that. No matter how much time went on and how many changes he underwent, he still couldn't reconcile himself with all of it. It was wrong and it always would be wrong...but if his comments on crafting and the selection process would make someone else feel better, it was worth discussing.
"The problem is, you just informed me that you planned to try and run off into the jungle," Talian said awkwardly. "I have no desire whatsoever to report that to the Weyrleader." More hatred in his voice. "But it would be medically irresponsible for me to recommend you be allowed your weapons again when you're in that sort of mindset. Nevermind the dangers to your safety." He sighed.
"I do know they've always lacked skilled hunters, though. Most reply on their dragons to make kills, and that makes a huge mess of things. I can't tell you how many wounds I've patched up on northerners with no background who were asked to go out and hunt. If you were happy to do that for them, I can't see why they wouldn't want you to."
The northerners were supposed to be valuable to the Weyr. It surer would be nice if they were treated like they were.
"It's fine," he murmured, voice soft. His conversational tone was much less authoritative and forceful than his 'healer' voice. Talian the healer was a mask, and while it was certainly a real part of him, it was a highly distinct part from his normal meek, noninvasive self. "And for the record," he clarified, clearly thinking himself helpful, "I never said you were stupid." No, he said the idea was stupid, and that was a big difference! Even Talian got stupid ideas sometimes...stupid ideas like killing himself and walking around at night when he knew J'ver wanted revenge. The healer just smiled once more, then continued.
"I don't see why they wouldn't, once you're allowed your weapons again. Were I not disgusted by their methods, I might be flattered that they selected me. Everyone here was picked up because they had skills the dragonriders needed." He still wasn't able to keep all of the bile out of his voice. His own skills were clearly a waste here, aside from saving Jada. There weren't near enough cases, and he figured the people he would have saved back home - people that only he could save - were far more valuable than one single dragonrider here. It felt bad to objectify Jada that way, but she was one of them now anyhow. Tal couldn't find it in his gut to hate her, but his logical side hardly considered it a fair trade.
Not a fair trade for his life, either, but he chose not to think about that. No matter how much time went on and how many changes he underwent, he still couldn't reconcile himself with all of it. It was wrong and it always would be wrong...but if his comments on crafting and the selection process would make someone else feel better, it was worth discussing.
"The problem is, you just informed me that you planned to try and run off into the jungle," Talian said awkwardly. "I have no desire whatsoever to report that to the Weyrleader." More hatred in his voice. "But it would be medically irresponsible for me to recommend you be allowed your weapons again when you're in that sort of mindset. Nevermind the dangers to your safety." He sighed.
"I do know they've always lacked skilled hunters, though. Most reply on their dragons to make kills, and that makes a huge mess of things. I can't tell you how many wounds I've patched up on northerners with no background who were asked to go out and hunt. If you were happy to do that for them, I can't see why they wouldn't want you to."
The northerners were supposed to be valuable to the Weyr. It surer would be nice if they were treated like they were.
