[For a guy who'd dedicated his whole life to fighting on humanity's behalf against monsters, it's a tall order to ask him to flip his loyalties on a dime. Sure, this isn't his world, it isn't the small scattering of humanity he knows. But orders or not, the bottom line is that the burned and ruined parts of the city—the tales of fear and dragon attacks from the people there—strike a far stronger chord in him than the little orphaned lizard things they're supposed to be tracking down in the caves...and protecting.
(They're dragons, not titans. Some other apparent breed of enormous monster. But it's close enough for him to draw comparisons. He's been on the long-losing end of this sort of thing—being attacked or backed into a corner by something bigger than you—and he cannot find it in him to begrudge the people here their right to fight back and finish it. If humanity had a way to do that back home, they would have.)
Given he's used to operating in wide open spaces and heights, it's almost suffocatingly dark in here. And they haven't found hide nor hair of another dragon, full sized or not. The light of their makeshift torch reaches just far enough in front of them for them to keep an eye out for dead ends. Sudden drops. (Monsters.)
Restless, grinding his teeth over this all day, he finally puts voice to it as he climbs his way over a rocky outcropping.]
You really think we ought to be helping these things?
[If they can even find them. Shouldn't it be the other way around?]
ok here is an actual tag
[For a guy who'd dedicated his whole life to fighting on humanity's behalf against monsters, it's a tall order to ask him to flip his loyalties on a dime. Sure, this isn't his world, it isn't the small scattering of humanity he knows. But orders or not, the bottom line is that the burned and ruined parts of the city—the tales of fear and dragon attacks from the people there—strike a far stronger chord in him than the little orphaned lizard things they're supposed to be tracking down in the caves...and protecting.
(They're dragons, not titans. Some other apparent breed of enormous monster. But it's close enough for him to draw comparisons. He's been on the long-losing end of this sort of thing—being attacked or backed into a corner by something bigger than you—and he cannot find it in him to begrudge the people here their right to fight back and finish it. If humanity had a way to do that back home, they would have.)
Given he's used to operating in wide open spaces and heights, it's almost suffocatingly dark in here. And they haven't found hide nor hair of another dragon, full sized or not. The light of their makeshift torch reaches just far enough in front of them for them to keep an eye out for dead ends. Sudden drops. (Monsters.)
Restless, grinding his teeth over this all day, he finally puts voice to it as he climbs his way over a rocky outcropping.]
You really think we ought to be helping these things?
[If they can even find them. Shouldn't it be the other way around?]