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Paladin Danse ([personal profile] manofmettle) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2017-03-16 06:43 am (UTC)

All the more to support the guy who can fix the roofs above their heads and the holes in the walls.

"I wouldn't count myself a good judge of character." It'll always be painful to know that one of his last few acts as Paladin was to sponsor the Brotherhood's own enemy into their ranks. "But I would be inclined to agree that most--" the key word here, "--people here have retained some sense of morality and common decency to each other."

No one's trying to attack someone for their food, or kill someone for their house. People try to help each other out, and they try to stay strong even when the whole situation looks so damn hopeless. It's a nice change from the Commonwealth, where everyone's hopes and dreams were pinned on one individual. Should anything ever happen to her...well, Danse suspects that every good change she's wrought won't last.

"There are enough resources to sustain the needs of a small community. Maybe if the gods eventually get it into their head that we're more than just emotional batteries, we could all work something out instead of fighting and complaining about each other all the time."

He's been thinking about Hadriel a bit too much lately. Chatting with a couple of gods. Trying to figure out which ones to work with, which ones to avoid. And there's just an underlying theme of how everyone doesn't work well together.

If there's one thing Nora's taught him, is that people on opposing factions can unite to a common cause. You just have to figure out what it is. If Delight and Hope had truly tried to send people home awhile back, then perhaps there's, well, hope for further cooperation and communication down the line.

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