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thorn was surprised, himself, by the gusto of his words. he had never been a wise wolf -- but he was flanked by men that were hardened by the sharp cruelties of life, and he had been raised by a pragmatic (if slightly irascible) family. to him, the dissolution of one's confidence was akin to dishonor, and he often did not examine his own impulses before enacted upon them, for he found a man that sat and debated with his own internal thoughts was a man that rarely made a move.

and in this world, it was do or die.

he offered the barest of smiles at the joke, but the seriousness never left his somber face. "it's simply life." he replied, knowing if he went in depth, he would a. grow weary of talking -- and b. would likely bore khali to death.

he was not a man of loquacious speeches, and was spent by such dispensed advice. "it is easier if you just don't think." he followed, finding he himself had often eliminated careful thought from his actions, for it both impeded the ferocity of how he tackled new situations, and often made his reactions slow.