Daugo glanced at Marco's delirium with profound grief. He had loved him like a brother; it was not fair at all that he should die because of the events that had transpired. And yet...
And yet, he felt a pang of pity and guilt when he thought about Joplin. Of course, if push came to shove, he himself would be willing to sacrifice his life to save Marco's; but it was not fair. None of this was.
His musings turned to alarm as he saw the tension escalate between the Gondorians and the Karoltai. "Whoa, let's all calm down a little," he said, speaking up. "This has probably been one of the worst days in all of our lives, but we simply cannot afford to turn on one another." He turned towards Magath and the Scoutmaster, disappointed that Iver had flown off when his persuasion skills were most needed. He could handle himself as well as the Dalishman, but it'd have been good to have some support. "Look, being a Giant-shifter is a dangerous business. You may have healing powers and ridiculous battle advantages, but all this is canceled by the fact that half the world wants you dead. Quite sensibly, you did not send King Aragorn to this battle, out of concern for his safety. His years of battle are at their end, for it is his task and his alone to rule.
"In much the same way, the best fighters in Gondor are either high-ranking officers that serve better as leaders than as meat-shields, or obscure rank-and-file soldiers that would be painfully hard to find. What you need is someone unimportant, someone expendable that also has experience with the Karoltai. Marco is this person. He's a great fighter, and is probably the one man that has the best knowledge of us besides us Karoltai. We also have team dynamics going on already; to give the power to someone unknown to us would require us to rework our cohesion once more. It needs to be Marco," he said earnestly.
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"Where is Melkor?" he said wearily. "And... Where am I, for that matter?"
And yet, he felt a pang of pity and guilt when he thought about Joplin. Of course, if push came to shove, he himself would be willing to sacrifice his life to save Marco's; but it was not fair. None of this was.
His musings turned to alarm as he saw the tension escalate between the Gondorians and the Karoltai. "Whoa, let's all calm down a little," he said, speaking up. "This has probably been one of the worst days in all of our lives, but we simply cannot afford to turn on one another." He turned towards Magath and the Scoutmaster, disappointed that Iver had flown off when his persuasion skills were most needed. He could handle himself as well as the Dalishman, but it'd have been good to have some support. "Look, being a Giant-shifter is a dangerous business. You may have healing powers and ridiculous battle advantages, but all this is canceled by the fact that half the world wants you dead. Quite sensibly, you did not send King Aragorn to this battle, out of concern for his safety. His years of battle are at their end, for it is his task and his alone to rule.
"In much the same way, the best fighters in Gondor are either high-ranking officers that serve better as leaders than as meat-shields, or obscure rank-and-file soldiers that would be painfully hard to find. What you need is someone unimportant, someone expendable that also has experience with the Karoltai. Marco is this person. He's a great fighter, and is probably the one man that has the best knowledge of us besides us Karoltai. We also have team dynamics going on already; to give the power to someone unknown to us would require us to rework our cohesion once more. It needs to be Marco," he said earnestly.
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"Where is Melkor?" he said wearily. "And... Where am I, for that matter?"
