Really, this trip has been enlightening overall. How Tristol could be thrown off the city, but the Chais not seem like they could do such a thing. Why the meol was so addictive. How Vauthry could control sin-eaters.
Chai-Nuzz summed up Eulmore, in a way. "We didn't know what would become of you, and frankly, we didn't care". Being able to look down on such a city is ironic, in a way.
Eulmore. Alphinaud handled it flawlessly. It's not surprising anymore, but I'm proud of how far he's come nonetheless.
Pleading me to
let him help the townsfolk, though...I didn't expect it, mostly. I've never been leader of the group, just the charges into battle. It hurt a little--that he thought he needed to ask, let alone
plead.
Did I do something I don't remember? I should ask later.
The Talos is about ready, now. In the meantime, I must've been told to rest as often as the Exarch. He seems to actually need it, this far from the tower, but it just makes me twitchier.
But everyone makes sure I don't have
anything to do except rest and watch. It's a....warm kind of frustration. They know me well enough to actually be able to stop me--it's touching.
That said, the local towns aren't on the same page, so I have a lengthy errand list anyway.
I really am trying to ease up, though. Really.
I mean, if I don't, the twins and Ryne will probably gang up on me with worry.
And even if I get through that barrage of pure-hearted kindness...the Exarch has dream powder, and I suspect Alphie knows I'd take any drink from him, even if he put sleeping medicine in it in front of me.
Does that kind of blind trust seem risky? It's true, it's risky, and I'd be scared of something happening while I was out.
But I'd rather place blind trust in level heads and steady moral compasses than in my muffled thoughts and petty grudges.
Ah, speaking of risky blind trust...the Exarch. He all but literally told me he's hiding things from me. Well...yes. Of course--it's common knowledge. I don't know what he's hiding or why, but--fumbling on the Source aside--he's been nothing but helpful.
Hmm...helpfulness isn't really a good metric. I suppose it's just an instinct. Something about always having a gift ready to make a journey smoother, or the way he talks like we've known each other for years, even if he won't admit it openly.
He doesn't mean any harm, even if he's openly "tricking" me. Like he doesn't even want to do that much, but the situation calls for it.
Urianger, too, actually. I don't know what plans he has if I overload on light. If it's like Fordola, it's better for me not to know. As long as it's not the spell Papalymo used before, I can handle it.
....that's a lot of people to have blind trust in, isn't it? But it's worked so far, somehow. Level heads and steady compasses or something.
The final Lightwarden...Ryne said it best--it's impure. Distressing rather than awe-inspiring--an amalgam of light and mortal. Worse, the mortal half makes Emet look like a saint.
I'd wondered about that sin-eater head for a while, actually. Assumed he had a sin-eater tucked under his arm or something. You'd think a scar on my face would be a better reminder, but living without assuming is hard.
Still, how did the Lightwarden get to such a state? An answer would be nice, but more likely it'll stay a mystery.
