It was the sentiment shared by many of those around her. They were loyal to the idea of Talaz Lagaar, to the idea that they were sentient creatures perhaps, but nonetheless creatures. They wanted to fight, whether out of some belief that those robotic creatures did not deserve that sense of freedom, out of fear of their identity being stripped away, or purely out of some sense of malicious desire to cause violence, it did not much matter so long as they supported the cause. It was also why they found themselves not turning away in the case of Astrid, someone who very clearly did not support the cause at first appearances but nonetheless were fighting alongside them. Especially while the fight was still so significantly split amongst the factions fighting that nobody had a clear sense of control.
They held the area for now, but their control was not absolute. Though pride would indicate that they would not want the help of outside forces, they knew that they could not afford to turn them away. This man, though he may have thought little of Astrid for one reason or another, he could not in good conscience towards Talaz Lagaar turn her away.
“If you’re willing to help, you won’t hear me turning you away. Just so long as you aid the cause.”
The faintest of a smile formed upon the corners of her lips, “Had I given you reason to think I would be leaving?”
He shrugged, “No, but… consider it force of habit.” There was an immediate sense of levity as the man conceded, “Plenty of your kind tend to join, only to be turned away. Don’t have the stomach I suppose.”
She chuckled a bit, the man not realizing how accurate he proved to have been, without even wholly realizing it. Her own experience, nobles were weak naturally. They lacked integrity. Were spineless. That they showed those characteristics here, it was hardly surprising.
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