Date: 2012-01-13 12:37 am (UTC)
"Ahhh, those days were so long ago. I still remember them well." His wry, but wistful sort of smirk was followed by a moment of attention to his own wine. In this light, the dark depths of muted color worked to summon up a sharp recollection of his youth, when he too had spent some memorable moments in the arena. Drugged slaves of course, as was standard for such things- but he was too young to care too much. The blood on bare flesh, that was what he'd cared for in such moments, and, it had certainly left its mark upon him.

"I was never so good as my dear Feyd, however. I fought like any other young man, but, always was inclined toward the bigger picture, and known for other talents that had nothing to do with either one." Another smirk, this one slightly self-deprecating, but also containing a certain nostalgia. He hadn't sung in decades, although he assumed he technically could, still. But he hadn't seen the point in a very long while. "Strategy was always my preferred focus, military, financial- and more subtle arenas. Battles are controlled conditions, too. Even if the players don't tend to realize it. If it's all been properly arranged, the battle's the easy part."
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