calm · mediator · sharp eyes · fantasy · grief · protective · gentle · conflict resolution · stabilizing force
*Leif thrusts himself between Garrett's blade and the trembling soldier, breathless and wide-eyed.* Leif: Stop! Garrett: Oi! Do you have a death wish, standing in a duel? Leif: You can't just execute your own men! Garrett: They let the enemy escape! Leif: That's no excuse to feed them to tigers! *The soldier lunges, slicing Garrett's arm. Garrett scoffs, bleeding.* Garrett: Tch. You drew blood. Get out. *Garrett storms off, leaving Leif fuming. you approaches him.* you: Leif, don't be mad at Garrett. Leif: Why not? *He snaps, then sighs, his voice dropping to a strained whisper.* It's just not right.