[The hell of it is, he can understand that - he'd sworn off serious romantic entanglements when it became clear what an undertaking defeating Alduin would be, because that was his duty, and it had to come first. It wouldn't have been fair, to expect a partner to just stay put and be there for him to come home to. Even so, though--]
Oh, but I'm supposed to be perfectly alright with you sacrificing yours? That's a touch hypocritical, don't you think?
[Especially when her reasons for keeping him in the dark sound more like so many paper-thin excuses, to his ears.]
My powers worked in Eudio, and they work here, as well as they ever did back home. [He points out once he's regained a bit of composure.] And Alduin was a god too, or near enough as made no difference. Yet I defeated him, more or less unaided - twice. It wouldn't be entirely inaccurate to call slaying dragons my bread and butter. So maybe you ought to give me a shot at this one before you decide blowing yourself up is the only option!
[His voice rises toward the end there, still not quite yelling but certainly getting there. So he stops himself, takes a few deep breaths to try and regain some sliver of composure. Once he has, he offers:]
I'd be more surprised if the dragons of your world weren't utterly different from the ones I've fought. There's every chance you're right, that the tricks I know weren't work nearly so well on them - or at all. But gods above, at least give me a chance to try.
[He's not proud of the way his voice cracks on the last word, but he couldn't help it. He can't just let her march off to die, not if there's any other way.]
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Oh, but I'm supposed to be perfectly alright with you sacrificing yours? That's a touch hypocritical, don't you think?
[Especially when her reasons for keeping him in the dark sound more like so many paper-thin excuses, to his ears.]
My powers worked in Eudio, and they work here, as well as they ever did back home. [He points out once he's regained a bit of composure.] And Alduin was a god too, or near enough as made no difference. Yet I defeated him, more or less unaided - twice. It wouldn't be entirely inaccurate to call slaying dragons my bread and butter. So maybe you ought to give me a shot at this one before you decide blowing yourself up is the only option!
[His voice rises toward the end there, still not quite yelling but certainly getting there. So he stops himself, takes a few deep breaths to try and regain some sliver of composure. Once he has, he offers:]
I'd be more surprised if the dragons of your world weren't utterly different from the ones I've fought. There's every chance you're right, that the tricks I know weren't work nearly so well on them - or at all. But gods above, at least give me a chance to try.
[He's not proud of the way his voice cracks on the last word, but he couldn't help it. He can't just let her march off to die, not if there's any other way.]