tsuntrader | [Written]

[Written]

[There's nothing better to do after three days out in the cold and a chat with your best friend than to stare at your journal and idly contemplate whether or not interacting with People sounds like a good enough idea.

But something's on his mind. Or, well, a few somethings, but it's persistently sticking there enough to be worth asking.

To the journal.]

Could anyone tell me about leaders? [Well that's vague. ...Whatever.]

[...]

And while I'm here, what are elves? [...] And what's "tsun"?

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Sounds like the best dad anyone could ask for. [It would have been nice to know his father like that. To have that close of a bond with him. To be able to trust him and fight by his side. ...Is his father like that with his team? Of course, even if he is...]

...Did something happen to him?

He was.

It's a long story, but the short version is he died in a war. He was seventy-two as it was, anyway, eh? So at least he went out the way he lived; larger than life.

[...Oh. ...Well, people don't usually live much too longer than that, do they? And it sounds like he had a good life...]

...It's not the worst way to go. [...Right?]

It's... complicated, but it was more or less the way he wanted. He died standing and protecting his family, so that's what he wanted. Larger than life, eh.

[There's a bit of a pause as he nods at the journal... Before remembering that he should probably actually say something.]

Right. [Dying protecting his family. ...It's a good way to go, but... Death is death. Even in this context, hearing about it is bittersweet.]

[Very bittersweet. More bitter than not, Marco's just trying to be mild about it.]

Anyways, I think a good leader protects his crew no matter what, eh? And inspires them to protect him back.