It is so, Linden thinks, confident in his assertion that the world is a threatening and discouraging place.
"When you're one man, you can only do so much," Linden shrugs. "If it's you against an army, even a small one, you will die. Probably quickly. So... to an extent, you have to take it as it is, or doom yourself to dissatisfied paralysis. No, it's better to change what you can, and adapt to what you can't."
He takes a deep draw on his cigarette, reflecting on how ironic it is to be giving this advice when he's done neither of those things, preferring instead, until very recently, to escape through the severing embrace of Morphling.
Hell, he still prefers that, just chooses not to engage in it. Every day he wonders if he would truly regret going back, and struggles more to answer in a way that would make those he knows proud.
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"When you're one man, you can only do so much," Linden shrugs. "If it's you against an army, even a small one, you will die. Probably quickly. So... to an extent, you have to take it as it is, or doom yourself to dissatisfied paralysis. No, it's better to change what you can, and adapt to what you can't."
He takes a deep draw on his cigarette, reflecting on how ironic it is to be giving this advice when he's done neither of those things, preferring instead, until very recently, to escape through the severing embrace of Morphling.
Hell, he still prefers that, just chooses not to engage in it. Every day he wonders if he would truly regret going back, and struggles more to answer in a way that would make those he knows proud.