[The impassive mask their mentor wears slips for a moment, a complicated expression crossing his face. There's a lot he could say to that, and perhaps he should, but he doesn't owe anyone an explanation. Nobody has the right to the truth of his existence and how he is a man who, quite frankly, shouldn't exist.
Technically, he doesn't, not anymore, but the scars left behind by everything he's done, everything that's been done because of him...
If people knew him, nobody would want him around. It's by writing himself out of history and memory that people think they do, because they don't know.
Solomon hasn't earned the right to know that, though, so the mask goes back up.]
Whatever you say, but I don't think it'll matter here anyways.
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Tch.
[The impassive mask their mentor wears slips for a moment, a complicated expression crossing his face. There's a lot he could say to that, and perhaps he should, but he doesn't owe anyone an explanation. Nobody has the right to the truth of his existence and how he is a man who, quite frankly, shouldn't exist.
Technically, he doesn't, not anymore, but the scars left behind by everything he's done, everything that's been done because of him...
If people knew him, nobody would want him around. It's by writing himself out of history and memory that people think they do, because they don't know.
Solomon hasn't earned the right to know that, though, so the mask goes back up.]
Whatever you say, but I don't think it'll matter here anyways.