[Raven’s tone is more subdued when he replies. A little sad.]
The textiles guild doesn’t do child labor, but I get where you’re comin’ from. Yer point still stands.
[Because even if kids aren’t toiling away in that guild, the Union is still crawling with strays who had nowhere else to go. He’s seen plenty of kids out fighting monsters and risking their lives who had no business doing so, but it was purely for survival— to have somewhere to belong.
He crosses his arms, unfazed by all the back talk. Because Rex is right! Raven isn’t his boss, dad, whatever. But he can still be concerned.]
You’re admittin’ it, then. You do it ‘cause you’re feelin’ like crap. Now I really know you’re too young fer this.
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The textiles guild doesn’t do child labor, but I get where you’re comin’ from. Yer point still stands.
[Because even if kids aren’t toiling away in that guild, the Union is still crawling with strays who had nowhere else to go. He’s seen plenty of kids out fighting monsters and risking their lives who had no business doing so, but it was purely for survival— to have somewhere to belong.
He crosses his arms, unfazed by all the back talk. Because Rex is right! Raven isn’t his boss, dad, whatever. But he can still be concerned.]
You’re admittin’ it, then. You do it ‘cause you’re feelin’ like crap. Now I really know you’re too young fer this.
An’ I don’t mean it in the legal sense.