Privateers of Lssthp II [IC]

[The Commander]

Ttharg Krixkrux

Ttharg actually found the First Mate's response to be rather measured. This was good and bad. Good that the First Mate was, at least for now, capable of reason and focusing on the mission. Bad that the hatred and anger had been incorporated into the First Mate's psyche rather than simply manifesting as emotional outbursts (and thus, perhaps easier to deal with in the long-term).

"Understood, sir." Ttharg replies. There is no bitterness or sarcasm in his voice.

In many ways, the two Dragonborn were the opposite sides of chaos. Whereas Ttharg's life had been spared and given a second chance due to random fate, Cocytus's life had been shattered and doomed to mediocracy by events outside of his control. Idly, Ttharg wondered if Bahamut made a point of trying to balance the chaos he delivered upon the world: exacting one good fate for every bad fate that was set into motion, and vice versa. For a brief, dark moment, he wondered if his own fate had been 'paid for' by the decline of the First Mate's fate and felt ashamed that, indirectly, he was responsible for Cocytus's situation. The moment was quickly dispelled however: Ttharg was attempting to find logic in a God of change, and he realised the folly and insanity such a route would take those who truly tried to make sense of such cosmic things. His mind shifted to Trionyx, and the madness that had overcame him. Perhaps ignorance truly was bliss?

"We should move up to Mr Fork, sir; he says the way is clear up to the next section." Ttharg says, beginning to make his way up to Fork.