#theaterofthemind

No matter how bad the knight wanted to say, 'Right, we have the understanding that you're as dense as a barrel of tallow', he bit his tongue folding his arms below his chest. He wanted to see where this was going to go if only, because nothing interesting ever happened around here,

"You could say that or you could say I'm too tired to keep arguing."

Keep it civil. Don't get too annoyed by the young duke's delusions about how the world is. The blessings of a sheltered life. Born into this world pristine and swaddled, held against the warmth of a mothers breast. Not many had that. Many people were born breathing the same life they took. Others, surrounded by death. Wolves killing foxes, their fathers killing the wolf in an act of revenge, and then they'd watch their fathers die over land. They'd be labeled barbarians and thrown in a cage, carted away to foreign lands.

Vittorio never saw any of that or at least, that's what he gathered every time he opened his mouth. Violence just is. It's not evil, it's not righteous, it's not just. It just is. For every time he stayed his hand, there was someone who didn't out in the world. They'd never come to an understanding.

"Why do you even come all the way out here just to argue with me? You're never going to change my mind and I'm never going to change yours, so what's to gain? And neither of us like each other's company, there's nothing being gained from this."

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Character Development Headcannons

Random things. A coin purse that only carries enough to buy a drink and a meal, nothing more and nothing less. Maybe a small knife, usually just whatever he shoved in there the day prior that he forgot to empty out. Could be scraps of cloth, random things handed to him like cool rocks or whatever. He doesn't keep much on him, he doesn't own much to begin with, so he'd rather not have his entire livelihood hang on his hip.

Character Development Questions

It's a waste of time, he should be being productive and getting his tasks done, but... he likes watching the birds and other wildlife.

He likes watching the owls and hawks eat and hunt. The foxes stalking the grass, the deer running when they see something he can't. There's something nice about watching nature take over places that once had people inhabiting it, the cycle of the world. Humans will tear eachother apart, get into bloody battles like any other animal and yet pretend like they're so above what nature is. They're disgusted by it. He's fascinated by the brutal cycle of things. Humans are animals. They're no better really, they just hide behind codes and laws that justify everything.

Fruity Headcannons

He less desires companionship in that he desires people around him, he's a duke, he has a cast of help around the castle to do everything really. He has very few actual friends more so workplace friends where everything is very stilted, because he is their boss. This is especially so in other verses where he doesn't see his maid or anything every day. What he desires is to be seen. It's hard making friends when every person he talks to usually is like "this is a person of high social standing so I should placate them" or if they work for him, they tend to be yes men. Very polite, but they're never going to talk to him the same way they talk to their friends.

He values companionship he doesn't have especially after Lorenzo dies. It's a very weird feeling to be lonely, but surrounded by so many people.

"The theater of the mind is impossible to compete with, and I like the idea that with a few suggestions, each reader forms in his or her own mind what a character or a place looks like"