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(Summary: Bitter old war veteran + Former court layabout appointed to position he's unqualified for =OMGtheirloveissopure).


"You’re bringing knives."
"I am," he said, examining them for sharpness and fastening them to his belt. "I suppose you’d feel better if I went off into the wilderness without them?"
With a faint chuckle, Owl lay back on the bed. "I am giving you the worst funeral ever if you come back dead. And then I will make you offerings of rats and octopus tentacles on feast days."
"Sounds fair."
And then, in the silence when they rested softly beside one another, Owl said, "Be careful about ascribing meaning to things that don’t have one."
"What do you mean?"
"This didn’t happen for your benefit or for your conscience, and you don’t have some sacred duty to go and find out why it did happen. Go and find out if you want, but won’t you be disappointed when you find out that it is all very plain and ordinary?"
"I know better than that. And I’ll go anyway; you were right. Bear isn’t deeply offended at what I’ve made of myself these last years. But maybe I am."