It's not a search that has been going well. The people are so loud, conflicting voices yelling over each other on either side, both correct, both wrong, but any voice of moral certainty has remained utterly silent. He's starting to think that answers began to run dry the day he saw war for himself, the day he came away from a battle, took a good, hard looks at himself and wasn't sure if he liked what he saw there.
His jaw works, and he scrubs one hand across his face. "Never thought it'd come to this."
one day I will have more than one appropriate icon for this mood
It's not a search that has been going well. The people are so loud, conflicting voices yelling over each other on either side, both correct, both wrong, but any voice of moral certainty has remained utterly silent. He's starting to think that answers began to run dry the day he saw war for himself, the day he came away from a battle, took a good, hard looks at himself and wasn't sure if he liked what he saw there.
His jaw works, and he scrubs one hand across his face. "Never thought it'd come to this."