He’s never wondered if he might be enough. There is a sort of arrogance that - to be so sure of one’s own place in the world not to wonder if you are strong enough, or fast enough, or powerful enough. An arrogance and naivete. Even now, in the wake of her comments, he doesn’t pause to wonder if he might need something more.
Instead he eyes her openly, chewing thoughtfully over her words. What he does wonder instead, is how she had ever come to the conclusion that more would somehow solve all of her insecurities.
“That makes sense, I suppose,” he muses slowly, his blue gaze fixed on her with an almost unnerving intensity. “But do you think that will be enough still?” On the surface, it is an almost thoughtless question, but he can’t seem to help himself from prying. “I mean, it seems like there is always someone stronger or more powerful. Surely there will always be threats?”
For someone so young, it is surprisingly insightful. But then, Reave has spent most of his youth in observation. And in his limited experience, there is nothing truly all powerful. Even the most powerful of beings hadn’t been able to defend themselves against the yawning abyss. He should be fearful, but in the face of all that could kill him out there, what would be the point?
reave
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