I'm afraid... your attempts at elegance are flawed. -Always the critic, but he had little else to say once he found the summit of his climb, seeing the lord of the domain observing yet more 'artwork', yet more elegance marred by detritus and ruin. He held his sword already drawn, without much concern as to whether or not he'd be seen as a threat. Really, he was absolutely certain he would be, regardless, being an outsider, a piece that did not match the aesthetic around him.
But something to the notion of it, of the discarded 'objects' that were not more but junk around him, that seemed to penetrate deep past his flesh, seeping into the very core of him. It was... offensive. Deeply so. And the grip on his sword tightened as a result.-
Shall I cut the knot now? Or shall we cut each other, first?
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But something to the notion of it, of the discarded 'objects' that were not more but junk around him, that seemed to penetrate deep past his flesh, seeping into the very core of him. It was... offensive. Deeply so. And the grip on his sword tightened as a result.-
Shall I cut the knot now? Or shall we cut each other, first?