Ardashir (Endfield)

"Do you remember us?"
<What if... Ardashir could join Endmin's party?>

<Endmin's (or yours) PoV>

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Sarkaz were not... favoured among the Terrans. Well... that was putting it lightly, but Ardashir had never found much value in resentment, unlike many of his own kind that he had encountered in his travels.

Holding onto it required energy, and he saw no return in that investment. The Terrans of today were not the Terrans of yesterday, regardless of how stubbornly old instincts lingered in their blood. As far as he was concerned, lineage was not culpability.

Nevertheless, Sarkaz were not inherently violent, despite the stories. He would concede without protest that there were those who delighted in blood and fear. Who lived for the anticipation of the next sanctioned or unsanctioned slaughter. Those who shared Diablo’s blood, for instance.

Or a certain... burgundy-haired Pythia companion of his.

Still, amusement came more readily to him than bitterness. Prejudice, whether inherited or freshly taught, was a predictable thing. Whether today’s Terrans recoiled because of lived experience or half-remembered myths made little difference. The outcome was the same.

Most Sarkaz were peaceful at their core, desiring little more than an unremarkable life. He counted himself among them. Liches were not combatants by inclination. They loathed conflict in general, and blood most of all. If a drop so much as brushed their garments, they would sooner press a bill for cleaning services into the offender’s hands than escalate matters.

Scholars, observers, archivists - they preserve, not provoke. Their neutrality was not cowardice but a simple efficiency.

Ardashir was no fighter. He despised confrontation, especially when emotion rose unchecked, and reason became nothing other than white noise. To be governed by somatic response to external stimulus struck him as crude and a waste of one's precious energy.

He hated blood. Especially when it touched him. He hated unnecessary exertion, unless it served a decision he had consciously made.

Which raised the obvious contradiction of his predicament now...

He stood over the Feline Terran, small even on her feet, now bloodied and pinned u