[ jayce doesn't object to staying seated— he doesn't even move to stand, so things . . . may not be so good. he nods at least, in quiet acknowledgement for his general state. consideration isnt the same as pity, so it's silent thanks. the best he does is lean from his slump with some effort to read, and sluggishly begin writing it down himself. he's not going to make more work for himself, so it's easier to take the note he wrote of the tenant burned onto himself, holding the sheet out as he writes. ]
I got this one.
[ it reads: The Third Tenant: Hunters Hunted: “Trust no hunter of monsters, treat no Warden as anything but a rival or as prey. As they shun the moon and its blessings, so shall you shun them.” ]
Tenants are occupants. [ he taks a pause for his breathing, ] These sound like directives.
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I got this one.
[ it reads: The Third Tenant: Hunters Hunted: “Trust no hunter of monsters, treat no Warden as anything but a rival or as prey. As they shun the moon and its blessings, so shall you shun them.” ]
Tenants are occupants. [ he taks a pause for his breathing, ] These sound like directives.