Vaelin looked at the diagram that was shown with a lofted brow, the changes were really easy to notice so he didn’t need to look at it for long to get the idea, he wringed his hands together tensely and shook his head while ushering out a soft sigh.
“So what your saying is the manipulation of the nomads stuff on my brain has affected my soul? That’s less then fantastic to hear about in any philosophical term, no offense - as for your sunbucks comment, I don’t drink coffee nor do I have the urge to tear my pants off.”
It took a moment more before Vaelin would move to set his hands into his coat pockets and he looked towards the door way to the cockpit wondering how long was left until they would come to the intended destination.
“Saturnia, with what I said to her and such - is it possible that I would still serve be retain the mantle of who I am and my intentions? I understand that they would probably have a lack of trust, I would just like to know what possibilities might steam from this.”
