Damen merely bowed his head. It was a hollow fortune, to live in this monstrous form with a full belly and a heart being slowly turned inhuman. If it were not for that, he might have been able to have a very comfortable existence here indeed. The loneliness he could bear; the decay of his being from man to animal was something he could not.
"I suspect as you do - that the version of the tale we know is a very one-sided history of the matter. Or highly dramaticized for shock. Truth is rarely so neatly portioned out." Damen touched a paw to a passing sculpture and sighed almost imperceptibly. "I once thought it was, that truth was something set in stone and easily discovered. Now, I question much of what I was taught to believe."
He confessed it quietly to Laurent, the halls silent apart from their footsteps. There was no one else to hear him here, no one who could speak at least, where once there were a thousand to overhear and tell tales of their own.
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"I suspect as you do - that the version of the tale we know is a very one-sided history of the matter. Or highly dramaticized for shock. Truth is rarely so neatly portioned out." Damen touched a paw to a passing sculpture and sighed almost imperceptibly. "I once thought it was, that truth was something set in stone and easily discovered. Now, I question much of what I was taught to believe."
He confessed it quietly to Laurent, the halls silent apart from their footsteps. There was no one else to hear him here, no one who could speak at least, where once there were a thousand to overhear and tell tales of their own.