Selfish. The word makes Garrot's blood boil, it makes his claws dig into his palms so hard he draws blood. It makes him think back to the night before, to the conversation he and Gyre had. To dinner with Zafika. As much as he wants to let loose, to wrap his hands around the wild elf's throat and permanently shut it, he knows he shouldn't. He can't.
Garrot has gone out of his way to support the others, to give them no reason to seek out the Wizard. But the four of them, they need to work together and present a united front against The Wizard, so she can't manipulate the ones closest to her.
So Garrot goes silent and closes his eyes.
He can feel Gyre's gaze on him, can hear his plight and then Matilda's. But Garrot can also hear his breathing, loud and deep, as if to muffle the chatter. He focuses on it, on the times he would meditate in the elements, which was much more distracting than an argument between heroes.
"We're all right." Garrot opens his eyes, and while he isn't smiling, he looks gentler. Looks like counting to ten did wonders for his temper. "Our planet is like a patient in a hospital on life support, it can't live on its own." He nods, and then looks to Matilda and gives her a tiny little smile. Garrot won't say it yet, but he's proud that she found her spine.
"We can either keep the life support going for another year," he nods at Haizea, "which is fine. Sometimes things improve! Or we try and do a risky, cutting-edge procedure that might not even work. But maybe it will." And he finally tilts his head towards Gyre. "Neither choice is selfish." Rude, good sir.
"But we can't get a second opinion, and we can't trust her." Finally, he gestures dismissively with one hand towards the Wizard. "If she's a terrible liar, then she wasn't lying when she said her goal is to kill the Protector, which she said would destroy the world, not heal it." And then he ignores the others, and takes a step right towards the Wizard herself. "But as long as we aren't blindly accepting your little home movie, I'm on board." That last remark sounds more like a warning to the others.
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Garrot has gone out of his way to support the others, to give them no reason to seek out the Wizard. But the four of them, they need to work together and present a united front against The Wizard, so she can't manipulate the ones closest to her.
So Garrot goes silent and closes his eyes.
He can feel Gyre's gaze on him, can hear his plight and then Matilda's. But Garrot can also hear his breathing, loud and deep, as if to muffle the chatter. He focuses on it, on the times he would meditate in the elements, which was much more distracting than an argument between heroes.
"We're all right." Garrot opens his eyes, and while he isn't smiling, he looks gentler. Looks like counting to ten did wonders for his temper. "Our planet is like a patient in a hospital on life support, it can't live on its own." He nods, and then looks to Matilda and gives her a tiny little smile. Garrot won't say it yet, but he's proud that she found her spine.
"We can either keep the life support going for another year," he nods at Haizea, "which is fine. Sometimes things improve! Or we try and do a risky, cutting-edge procedure that might not even work. But maybe it will." And he finally tilts his head towards Gyre. "Neither choice is selfish." Rude, good sir.
"But we can't get a second opinion, and we can't trust her." Finally, he gestures dismissively with one hand towards the Wizard. "If she's a terrible liar, then she wasn't lying when she said her goal is to kill the Protector, which she said would destroy the world, not heal it." And then he ignores the others, and takes a step right towards the Wizard herself. "But as long as we aren't blindly accepting your little home movie, I'm on board." That last remark sounds more like a warning to the others.