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Darvus eyed his own mother, as he kept checking the list of supplies he needed in short notice, and shuffled through his equipment. He was a man of several intellectual worries, and as such his equipment reflected that. A hodgepodge variety between soldier, scholar and healer. He then returned to his sorting, a few awkward seconds before his reply came.

"It's probably the first time mother... I've read you open like a book. It comforts me that you're still a sane person with normal worries and a torn heart. You don't want me to go, but you know that if I do not go, it may eat me alive, and some poor soul will take my place instead." He tilted his head, sustaining the gaze of his own mother. "Besides, we are asking of these men to go into the jaws of death of a very uncertain mission. The only way to cement the resolution of such a hastily gathered, underfunded and undertrained team is to lead by example."

"Plus, you know as much. The ties that bound us are bloodbound. If blood of my blood is taken, It's only proper to fight back for them. The world's bleak enough as it is to even not care about our kin." Darvus finally said, resting his hand in his hip.