Ever the prey animal, Goroket's nearer presence made Mannix subconsciously shrink. He could not help but mind Lizardfolk's tendency for biting, however remote the possibility. The constant suppression of fear is his cross to carry. Thankfully, the conversation turned theological and cerebral; his favorite balm against bodily fear.
"Oh, though--in The Church, at least--they are. When we say 'sister' or 'brother' to one another, we refer to a unity of spirit, which is deeper than blood. Thus we speak a greater relation.
I see. You spoke not of an 'is', but an 'ought.'" He paused to consider the implications.
"...I have read that friendship means concordant wills, and a happiness that enables virtue to flourish through mutual beneficence, and being closer than blood-brotherhood." Shyly, thoughtfully, he took inventory. Were the monks his friends? If so, they were very distant ones, whose walks of life had turned drastically different. He forced himself to look at one of another faith, and asked, "is that what you wish with me?"
It was strange to think such a deep bond could come so soon. Then again, his master assured him that, if he is faithful, he will receive all he needs.
Like, perhaps, advice. His posture and his heart sank a little as he replied, "Only my fur and my habit. I have never fought." Indeed, he'd spent all his life with those who were the picture of peace. To go from that to preparing to hurt and kill was almost anathema to his core.
"...And you have. How...how do you...do that?" Eloquence failed him. The Church may have frowned upon seeking aid from one belonging to a heathen faith about faith's hard practice. Nonetheless, he was new and unsure, whereas Goroket could speak from experience. Something Mannix sorely lacked.
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"Oh, though--in The Church, at least--they are. When we say 'sister' or 'brother' to one another, we refer to a unity of spirit, which is deeper than blood. Thus we speak a greater relation.
I see. You spoke not of an 'is', but an 'ought.'" He paused to consider the implications.
"...I have read that friendship means concordant wills, and a happiness that enables virtue to flourish through mutual beneficence, and being closer than blood-brotherhood." Shyly, thoughtfully, he took inventory. Were the monks his friends? If so, they were very distant ones, whose walks of life had turned drastically different. He forced himself to look at one of another faith, and asked, "is that what you wish with me?"
It was strange to think such a deep bond could come so soon. Then again, his master assured him that, if he is faithful, he will receive all he needs.
Like, perhaps, advice. His posture and his heart sank a little as he replied, "Only my fur and my habit. I have never fought." Indeed, he'd spent all his life with those who were the picture of peace. To go from that to preparing to hurt and kill was almost anathema to his core.
"...And you have. How...how do you...do that?" Eloquence failed him. The Church may have frowned upon seeking aid from one belonging to a heathen faith about faith's hard practice. Nonetheless, he was new and unsure, whereas Goroket could speak from experience. Something Mannix sorely lacked.