[Zelgadis dramatically declaring his betrayal of the priest in red. And throwing a teenager at him.]
This body was made for fighting. For years, I served as that man's berserker, cutting down any enemy that stood in his way. Until I could take no more, and turned against him.
[Yeah, he was a little distracted by the aerodynamic teenager. But now that Zel mentions it, it makes sense. He looks like he's considering Zel's words--perhaps even with more weight than Zel intended them to have--but he doesn't share his opinion one way or the other.]
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What changed?
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[Zelgadis dramatically declaring his betrayal of the priest in red. And throwing a teenager at him.]
This body was made for fighting. For years, I served as that man's berserker, cutting down any enemy that stood in his way. Until I could take no more, and turned against him.
Now... I walk my own path.
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What path is that, then?
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He's quiet for a little while, but eventually, he nods; if there's any particular judgment there, it doesn't show on his face.]
I wish you luck, then.