It just has to be the same reason, doesn't it? The same thing Inigo has thought every single time he was knocked down to the ground, when he was bleeding out and it felt like it'd be the end for him. Every single time he thought about how much easier it'd be to not get up again.
But then he'd think about that. About how if he doesn't do it, someone else has to - and that thought has always been unacceptable to him. It's much better for him to take the weight of the world on his own shoulders instead.
Inigo doesn't answer right away, instead for a moment busy trying to fend off one of the warriors that's way bigger and bulkier than him, but then he finally continues.
".. I get it," he admits, only barely audible over the sound of the fighting here. "But I don't like it."
The fact that it's even necessary in the first place, that is. That there's always someone who has to fight. That there's just conflict after conflict, without end. It's what things feel like sometimes.
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It just has to be the same reason, doesn't it? The same thing Inigo has thought every single time he was knocked down to the ground, when he was bleeding out and it felt like it'd be the end for him. Every single time he thought about how much easier it'd be to not get up again.
But then he'd think about that. About how if he doesn't do it, someone else has to - and that thought has always been unacceptable to him. It's much better for him to take the weight of the world on his own shoulders instead.
Inigo doesn't answer right away, instead for a moment busy trying to fend off one of the warriors that's way bigger and bulkier than him, but then he finally continues.
".. I get it," he admits, only barely audible over the sound of the fighting here. "But I don't like it."
The fact that it's even necessary in the first place, that is. That there's always someone who has to fight. That there's just conflict after conflict, without end. It's what things feel like sometimes.