You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

Absinth nodded as the boy compared her words to an experience he’d had in his short life. This, she expected well enough, that he would not understand everything she spoke of – but she continued on though opting to use even simpler words from here on out. She gave a nod, assuring him that he was answering to the best of his ability. “Sadness. Pain. Yes. Sometimes we can stop the things that hurt us or our loved ones from happening, sometimes we can’t. But if you can change something, you should fight to do so.” Absinth peered down at the winged boy, trying to assess whether or not the topic was too heavy for him at his age.

Still she continued on her train of thought, that he would at least need to have the ideals that would help him later in life planted in his head. She was aiming to push him in the direction of molding himself into a strong man, like his grandfather. He didn’t need to suffer like the Warlord though, nor like her. But to one day understand that the edge he would need despite that would have to be something he created himself. In the form of indomitable willpower. She kept those thoughts to herself though, because it would just prattle around in his brain and be lost on the pup. “Not wrong. But you would think that it cracks under pressure, right? Only it doesn’t ever break. It strengthens, and is turned into a fine blade after all those hits. Be the blade that survives the fire and comes out stronger.” Absinth clarifies, offering the answer back to him without diminishing his answer. At the same time, she gives him a confident little smile, waiting to see if that got through to him.

“Some of my words might not make sense to you now, and that's fine. But one day it’ll be up to you to understand them as you get older. Just remember them.“ Perhaps though, she had drifted from her original lesson… Ah, well. She had to stay and teach him for a few more days, there was time to refine just what exactly would be best to impart to the boy.

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