Sir Apropos of Nothing

"Your brother. Two brothers, both named Tacit?" he asked in polite bemusement.
My brain had completely frozen. "Our... parents were very poor, sire," I said desperately.
"And could not afford more than one name for you."
I had no reply to that.

I was tired, weary of being on horseback, weary of having the princess's arms around me as she would continue to tell me about how brave I was. I didn't feel brave. As I said earlier, I didn't feel anything. And more, I was wondering if I ever would again.

This is what I get for typing while tired. Corrected quote:

He thought he'd spoil my mood.
He didn't comprehend my mood had been spoiled the day that I was born, and it had only been downhill from there.

S he thought he'd spoil my mood.
He didn't comprehend my mood had been spoiled the day that I was born, and it had only been downhill from there.

"You are Apropos?" he demanded.
"No," I said quickly.
"That's what I was told you'd say. Come along, then."

Only in this world of topsy-turvy attitudes could outright stupidity, such as I had displayed, be something that got me high marks.

Noblest. Bravest. What rot. There was no bravery in buying oneself out of difficulty. I hadn't risen to any occasion.

"They're on a quest," Sharee said eagerly. "Doesn't that sound exciting?"

"Yes," I agreed. "It certainly does. And I have to emphasize here the concept of 'sounds.' As in, is best appreciated second- or third- hand in the telling of it, rather than the first-hand experiencing of it."

If you had asked me at any time during my existence, I would certainly have told you that my life was a pathetic, useless, and valueless thing... which was odd when one considered the number of people who had tried to take the damned thing from me.

After all, the fact that I was still alive was, in some respects, nothing short of miraculous considering all that I had experienced with nothing save my questionable wits and mild fighting abilities to defend me.

The problem when one person doesn't speak is that the other often feels the need to fill the air with words.

This was, at least, something I could understand. Fear of assault by restless specters was so beyond my ken that it caused me to freeze to the spot. But fear of being apprehended by someone from whom I had stolen something, that was a state of affairs to which I was quite accustomed.

Life is patterns. Life is seeing the same things over and over. Life is realizing how little of anything is new, and what passes for wisdom in the aged is not truly insight, but simply remembering that which has already occurred and realizing how it can be applied to the here and now.

Runcible made a great show of his knights standing for something good and moral, but my very existence on this planet put the lie to that. Runcible's men were just as violent, just as self-centered, just as capable of great evil, as were any individuals who made no pretense of moral posturing.

Honestly, I had not the slightest idea if this was going to work. I was leaning toward "Not a chance in hell." But honesty had never been my strong suit, so... I lied.

It is most amazing how cynicism and skepticism can quickly be set aside when even the intimation of a threat to one's life and limb is being suggested.

Tacit was the hero, THE hero.
Me...
I was a supporting player.
I had a bit part. I was a walk on, a one-off, whose presence was worth a chapter or two at most, a few lines in a ballad. I was there not to serve any purpose or goal of my own, but instead to highlight and underscore Tacit's greatness.

I was as good as my word. Actually, considering the number of times I had broken my word, I was in fact better than my word.

I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, which meant that I had no idea how to get myself out of it.

I was who I was, and who I was wasn't about to hurl himself into the midst of danger unless absolutely necessary.

I have never, however, been the sort to start a fight when it could be avoided... or, for that matter, failed to run from it if remotely possible.

"Honor did not feed, clothe, or protect me, and seemed to exist primarily to get otherwise inoffensive creatures into a world of trouble."