You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

A chuckle. The boy was so mild mannered, she wondered just why Sirius had been so worried about him. He seemed like a perfectly malleable little mind, and so eager to absorb knowledge like a sponge. She fought the impulse to regard the boy as endearing, and instead switched her train of thought to his question. Yes. She had said that, but she had wanted to test his actual ability first, and where he was in his development of a technique. But he wanted to get to the point of it all, the truth about battle. Well. Hopefully he didn’t get scared, or sad. “Realities. You said you were learning about guts. Battles can be fun. Thrilling. Your blood pumps fiercely, you feel both heavy and weightless at the same time. But it’s not always fun, Wylan. Do you have a family to protect? Friends. Your pack.  The world and battle have two things in common, and that is they can be cruel. Do you know what cruel means? It means pain. Suffering. Death. If you can’t stand up to the challenge, if you can’t push yourself to always improve your skills – you won’t survive. Survival is everything, because you can continue on. What happens when a blacksmith strikes a blade?” Absinth asked, thinking perhaps he would better understand a metaphor since Armada had their marketplace and crafting down to a science.

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