[center][h2][color=bc8dbf]Garuda Pacifier[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
[color=bc8dbf]"..."[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]'What was it that you desire? A life and destiny to eternally protect everyone else, in spite of everything you have been through.'[/color] The thoughts ran through his mind as the Prince of Abazin finished his story. 

To be honest, nobody would have doubted if he had chosen the path of becoming a warrior, seeking for vengeance on those harbingers of astrocities upon his family and friends. And yet...And yet, he had denied the path of hate, and embraced the light side of destiny. Garuda could sense it. He could read his words, see it, feel it, words that could only be technically heard. His words were almost certainly genuine, and harbored little falseness in it. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Such is fate...it is cruel."[/color] He began. [color=bc8dbf]"It has spoken to your nation in words crueler than mine. And you weren't even spared. And yet you chose differently...You must have heart, my friend."[/color]

Such desires and ambitions could not be overlooked. 

[color=bc8dbf]"And yes, to answer your question specifically, it is more than pure worthiness. It is divine. A goal that I wouldn't think someone of your circumstances would choose, nor myself would choose if put in your shoes."[/color]

Garuda realized that he was a little bit carried away by his manners. The way raised by the nobles of Acity. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Anyway, consider me as your friend now. We might not walk on the same path, but I can lend assistance whenever I can."[/color]

It was at that moment that the announcement of the feast came in from the crow, in a rather...very rude manner. 

[color=bc8dbf]"If you have time."[/color] Garuda gestured Shamir if he would like to come to the feast or not. He wasn't exactly hungry, but considering that he had battled just a few moments before, he required something that could refill his huge reservoir of energy. 

[@Letter Bee]