[paulaenlaluna]

Oh, of looks could kill. That Trystan should thank whatever superior force he believed in for the rebel not having the capacity to kill him with his eyes, because then only his ashes would remain in the mortal world. What he said hurt the rebel more than the green haired thought it would, reopening a wound he thought it was closed long time ago. He couldn't care less about what their captor thought of his people, he accepted himself for who he was, and maybe if he could see the rebel's hands stained with the blood of all he killed for his freedom, he would know that he didn't need magic to fight.

Still, he decided to spare some words for his companion, before returning to his stoic facade "Don't think nagic will solve all of your problems. All of us will end up the same, with magic or not" he muttered before following the wizard. He was against his 'master' opinion, but there his own opinion has less value than the stones at his feet. He felt pity for Trystan, he wasn't the first slave he saw thinking magic would solve all their misfortunes they had. He also saw mages working together for their freedom, and all of them ended up dead. The magicians were so blind by their magic that they didn't see how alike they were of the ones who didn't have their power. That was something he learned in the battlefield, when he was too young to even understand why the reason for fighting.