[That gets a moment of silence. It's the last question he'd expected to be asked. The answer is so obvious to him, so much so that putting it into words is difficult.]
Look at me, boy.
[He waits, waiting for the boy to look, giving him time to look well, and deeply.]
Look at me, and think what you want for your pack. For yourself. And I - what's left of me - I am the best of it. The best of all those possible fates. I at least have my mind.
[A shiver runs through all the leaves on the trees. A rustling shiver, a wordless message moving through the air on the heels of his thought, a brief and creeping doubt.]
If you leave this place with any knowledge of my secret at all, any way to find the true vision of which I guard - something more than this shadow of a memory - you must not lead your pack to it. Do you understand? It isn't just a threat, child. You must not.
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Look at me, boy.
[He waits, waiting for the boy to look, giving him time to look well, and deeply.]
Look at me, and think what you want for your pack. For yourself. And I - what's left of me - I am the best of it. The best of all those possible fates. I at least have my mind.
[A shiver runs through all the leaves on the trees. A rustling shiver, a wordless message moving through the air on the heels of his thought, a brief and creeping doubt.]
If you leave this place with any knowledge of my secret at all, any way to find the true vision of which I guard - something more than this shadow of a memory - you must not lead your pack to it. Do you understand? It isn't just a threat, child. You must not.