At her condolences, they dip their head in a gesture of appreciation-- one that they can't, quite seem to lift their head from.
"That is..." A shudder, and a sigh. All at once, the Storyteller seems rather interested in staring at the blackness overhead, eyes reflecting a myriad of stars which, if Lup were to follow their gaze, simply aren't there.
"Not my choice to make. I will not take the freedom to return to your stories away from you- just as I would do all in my power to allow those who wish to stay to... stay." Only then do they allow themself to look at her; this brazen, curious... oft-times far too compassionate woman. "In this instance, the very least I can do is cast aside any personal desire. We have already seen the ramifications of my actions when prompted by any particular emotion- what would I be if I purposefully influenced you one way or another in this, but the precise, selfish creature so many have decided I am?"
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"That is..." A shudder, and a sigh. All at once, the Storyteller seems rather interested in staring at the blackness overhead, eyes reflecting a myriad of stars which, if Lup were to follow their gaze, simply aren't there.
"Not my choice to make. I will not take the freedom to return to your stories away from you- just as I would do all in my power to allow those who wish to stay to... stay." Only then do they allow themself to look at her; this brazen, curious... oft-times far too compassionate woman. "In this instance, the very least I can do is cast aside any personal desire. We have already seen the ramifications of my actions when prompted by any particular emotion- what would I be if I purposefully influenced you one way or another in this, but the precise, selfish creature so many have decided I am?"