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Envelon furrowed her brow deeply. "You accept death too easily, like it is one of the easiest things to do. Have you ever been close to death, ever? I thought much like you once upon a time, but now the fog of folly has been removed. I hope the same becomes true for you."
"I have been close to death many atime my dear. I was a mercenary for years. Sort of still am." he chuckled, "I just don't fear it anymore. Death comes at some point and who am I to live life fearing about when that is? Makes things much less enjoyable."
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"Yes, but if you don't fear death then it will come much sooner as you are more want to take more risks. Where is the life in an early death? You should always fight to get away from death, fight to redeem yourself if that's why you wish to die. Death is never a valid answer." Envelon said in a chastising manner.
Delliks chuckled, "Now just cause I don't fear it doesn't mean I search for it my dear. I do try and avoid it but I don't let it determine my ways you see."
"No, not complex. Just so simple nobody can comprehend it without complicating it. Death is death. No returning, no second chances. It is the only finality in the world, and one of two constants." She said, reciting what her old master had told her.
"I think you'll find there is never constants....just what price you want to pay to change it." he picked up a small smooth rock that he had been admiring for awhile...it was perfect for skipping. "Do you know how to skip rocks?" he asked.
Delliks nodded, "Okay, a agree with the past." he flicked his wrist and skipped the rock along the top of the water, "Distractions, constants, stances, weapons, training, seems to me like you are quite the professional."
"Well seeing as you only have to kill twenty in an arena to be determined as a professional, I'd say it is a very safe bet." he smiled, "Perhaps you could begin and advising organization, helping young fighters become warriors since 1002." he smiled imagining a grand sign and a line of people just to ask for advice.
Envelon furrowed her brow deeply and then took a step towards Delliks. She snatched his shirt collar and pulled him close to her face. "You know nothing of the arena I speak of! Don't you ever assume I did something unless you've done it yourself. Ever! I will never help anybody do what I was forced to do! Even if I was faced with pain greater than any I've dealt with, I will not do that." She hissed. Then she let him go and spat onto the ground. "Humans never were the smartest creatures." She grumbled.
Delliks only smiled as he re-adjusted his collar. "And nor where mix breeds, which according to some people that is what I am." he said referring to Envelon calling him an elf. "I guess I didn't realize you had to be in an arena to be called a warrior, my mistake M'Lady."
"I said no such thing. You have to be in an arena to understand true pain however." She said with a moment of softness echoing off of her face, only to be returned to her normal hard look.
He was now confused on what he had said to cause the girl to go into such a mood. It seemed to be one of those things best left alone. "Pain can be found all over, escape one to endure another, I am afraid it seems. So which arena did you compete in? Or were you a traveler? That is of course if I may acquire the knowledge,"
"I fought in the arena that was Everywhere and Nowhere. The only one to escape with their head attached as far as I know." She said, doubting he had ever been invited to spectate at this arena.
"Sounds like you didn't have many tours there then. From my knowledge they continue to fight you till you can't, or did you luck out with one of the more... compassionate, I suppose, owners?" he asked.
Delliks had not been to many arenas, he had passed by several and his grandmother's legion was sometimes hired to rescue a brother, sister, father, etc. but he was not too familiar with actual places.
"The arena is a fight to the last. Last man standing leaves. That's it. I went through twenty four games, over one-thousand men and women's blood stain my hands. This arena is Everywhere and Nowhere. Constantly moving."