❝    i know that as a traveler i have very little at stake in this conflict, but— as a traveler, i've been too both worlds. i've traveled between both of them, .... and i've seen the good in all. so now, i plead to you : this human has already faced justice. she's had her livelihood— her strength, pride ... wounded. her hands bear the scars of the consequence of her actions. ... .... but she must also recognize her mistake. i cannot plead mercy for an individual who doesn't see the error of her ways. you have disrespected someone's entire existence with your actions. there will be scars for you, but you have also given scars to them by insulting their way of life, and disturbing the rest of one who's not even here anymore. think for a moment— if someone had disturbed your own loved one in their first moments of rest, while your heart had barely stopped bleeding ... would you not, too, be driven to extremes? would you not want to preserve this last memory, to ensure they may rest peacefully? that, my human companion, is what you've disturbed. i know this does not undo the weight of having one's rest disturbed, and it doesn't cure the wound of having your grief interrupted ― but there cannot be change without atonement, and there is no atonement in death. she must live so she can learn the gravity of her actions, and show all her fellow humans what this way of life means, truly. the decision ultimately belongs to the tribunal, and the queen, and my words may only serve to sway them, .... or not. but i ask you all to step back, and analyze this issue with a wider perspective, .... wider than it's ever been.    ❞

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⟡ lioran, described uniquely as a wolf donning a sheepdog’s fur― and everything about him spells restraint and gentleness. even though he has long abandoned the path of knighthood, there’s an undeniable chivalric quality to him that remains. his soft smile never seems to falter, people can feel comfortable around him even if they haven’t known him for very long. he displays himself so naturally with a saccharine disposition that it’s easy to take it for who he truly is. lioran carries himself like he knows exactly how much damage he can do but chooses not to. his every movement feels measured to disarm rather than alarm. it’s not deception—at least not the kind that feels malicious.⟡ he embodies a mild temperament with an easy–going, if a little awkward disposition. he remains on the sidelines, listening intently, and he seems to have very little to say, yet a moment alone with this one reveals a wealth of thoughts just begging to be let forth. not that he ever obliges, of course. he is as evasive as they come, either keeping his cards close to his chest or flat out nudging people away with a cool yet remarkably polite speech, to the point that others call him out for not telling them anything despite being close friends, knowing him for years, or both. it is surprisingly easy to mistake lioran as meek, a timid individual who purposefully makes himself as small as possible and plays along out of self-preservation. but sooner would he condemn anybody who refers to those characteristics as reproachable than he would try to preserve the integrity of his facade. he is, in truth, a terrifying force of drive and sheer resilience with a remarkable willingness for sacrifice not just of the self but of what is necessary for the greater good— he sacrifices pieces of his soul, his moral boundaries, and is keenly aware of the concept of a lesser evil against the bigger picture.⟡ he can be effortlessly sociable and approachable, deeply compassionate, caring, and trusting to the point of foolishness. lioran is the kind of person who quietly sidesteps personal accolades, instead choosing to lift up those around him, crediting others for his inspiration and actions, and fostering a collaborative spirit. he believes that no one succeeds alone, and he values the diverse perspectives and strengths each person brings to a cause. when lioran does speak about himself, his words are measured, often laced with self-awareness and the quiet resignation of someone who’s learned to live with his imperfections. he doesn’t believe in romanticizing suffering, nor does he see himself as tragic. to him, life is simply complex—a winding series of mistakes, lessons, and fleeting moments of clarity. there’s beauty in that, even if it’s hard to grasp.⟡ despite his capability for danger, lioran doesn’t revel in it. he carries no joy in violence, no thirst for destruction— he displays neither the pleasure of cruelty nor any mercy when he metes out violence with violence. in truth, there’s a certain weariness to him, as if he’s spent too long walking dangerous paths and has grown tired of the blood they leave behind. his craftiness often manifests as a way to avoid unnecessary conflict. but lioran isn’t heartless. his kindness is genuine, though it often feels like an extension of his pragmatism. he helps people because he can because   destroying is easy― but healing is far more difficult.  

Do's

bitter poison pools at the entrance to his heart, blocking any hint of emotion from coming in or out ; if this feeling had a name, it was beyond any of the languages he'd learned in the last few decades. a scarred hand clutches the half-empty glass like in an attempt to shatter it, but whether he sought blood or clarity, it was unclear. the smell of sweet fruit lingered in his senses, but he couldn't bring himself to taste any more of that venom : resentment, ignorance, passivity.❛ as soon as i came out of that egg ... they looked toward me for what answers i might have. they said― my father wasn't here anymore, but he hoped i'd become just as good as him, if not better. and i would learn many things ; incredible things that no one else could, and i was going to ... save them all. ❜and he laughs― disillusioned, reminiscing, ... tired. his voice is a hoarse thing, just barely getting the words out, and it is a sharp contrast to the clear , polite speech that would become associated with him. for every crack, and every choked word, perhaps this is the most real he'd ever sounded.❛ i was just a child, you know, ❜ he looks up at his listener, not seeking any specific emotion. maybe being pitied wasn't so bad after all, if he even invoked that. right now, he felt like the child he was robbed from being. ❛ it'd been less than a day since i came into this world, i hadn't even learned how to speak yet, and still ... .... they took me. that entire time, they were ... training, priming me, turning me into some .. ... some kind of vessel to preserve the legacy of a man i never even knew. 'for our home', they said. that planet never felt like home to me ... ❜❛ they got their legacy ... .. they got the spell. ❜ a pause, the wolf laughs bitterly, nudging the cup aside with his finger while watching the melted ice shift about. ❛ me? i got cheated out of my childhood. i was robbed of the life i could've lived. ❜❛ and you .. ... ❜ his gaze is empty, but similarly sympathetic. what little range of emotion he still possessed was being channeled in that singular exchange of glances. ❛ you understand what that feels like, don't you? ❜❛ ... ... i'm sorry that you do. ❜

Do Not's

bitter poison pools at the entrance to his heart, blocking any hint of emotion from coming in or out ; if this feeling had a name, it was beyond any of the languages he'd learned in the last few decades. a scarred hand clutches the half-empty glass like in an attempt to shatter it, but whether he sought blood or clarity, it was unclear. the smell of sweet fruit lingered in his senses, but he couldn't bring himself to taste any more of that venom : resentment, ignorance, passivity.❛ as soon as i came out of that egg ... they looked toward me for what answers i might have. they said― my father wasn't here anymore, but he hoped i'd become just as good as him, if not better. and i would learn many things ; incredible things that no one else could, and i was going to ... save them all. ❜and he laughs― disillusioned, reminiscing, ... tired. his voice is a hoarse thing, just barely getting the words out, and it is a sharp contrast to the clear , polite speech that would become associated with him. for every crack, and every choked word, perhaps this is the most real he'd ever sounded.❛ i was just a child, you know, ❜ he looks up at his listener, not seeking any specific emotion. maybe being pitied wasn't so bad after all, if he even invoked that. right now, he felt like the child he was robbed from being. ❛ it'd been less than a day since i came into this world, i hadn't even learned how to speak yet, and still ... .... they took me. that entire time, they were ... training, priming me, turning me into some .. ... some kind of vessel to preserve the legacy of a man i never even knew. 'for our home', they said. that planet never felt like home to me ... ❜❛ they got their legacy ... .. they got the spell. ❜ a pause, the wolf laughs bitterly, nudging the cup aside with his finger while watching the melted ice shift about. ❛ me? i got cheated out of my childhood. i was robbed of the life i could've lived. ❜❛ and you .. ... ❜ his gaze is empty, but similarly sympathetic. what little range of emotion he still possessed was being channeled in that singular exchange of glances. ❛ you understand what that feels like, don't you? ❜❛ ... ... i'm sorry that you do. ❜

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❛ my one & only child ，whose face i’ve never seen. i’m sure that you’ll grow up to be kind. loved by all … and you will love them ，in turn. a compassionate child, you’ll be. i— … i want to watch as you grow to become a wonderful witch. or … anything else you find yourself becoming. i want to help you ， as a father ， whenever you're troubled … whatever happens ， i want to protect you , with my own hands. but… i won’t be able to give you such— trivial things as that. …… i’m sorry , sotiria. ❜

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sometimes people leave you ... halfway through the wood ― do not let it grieve you, no one leaves for good. you are not alone, no one is alone.

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