Part 464: Sully B

Do you have a moment, Libra?

Yes, of course. What is it?

Look, I'm sorry as hell that-

Is this about the other day? Please, Sully. You already-

Er, no. I'm actually apologizing in advance for what I'm about to ask.

That's... ominous.

I really hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I wanted to know... How do you feel about looking so... pretty? I mean... lady pretty?

Oh. That is... not what I was expecting you to ask.

But, well... I don't know that I feel much about it one way or the other. There isn't much I can do about the way I look, after all. Yes, being mistaken for a woman can pose some minor difficulties. Especially in bath houses. Or taverns. Or, um, anywhere, actually. But why do you ask?

Well, see, I'm not exactly the girly type, you know? I ask people to treat me the same as a man, and I don't let anything limit me as a knight. But talking to you the other got me thinking that... I don't know. Maybe it's just time I accepted myself more for who and what I am.

I fear I make a poor model for this question, Sully. You'd be better served by any number of others in our camp.

What makes you say that?

A man of the cloth should be a beacon of hope. A light in the darkness. He ought never let his smile falter, nor forget to treat all with warmth and respect. At the very least, that is the sort of man I aspire to be.

That's exactly the sort of man you ARE, Libra.

So you say. And yet, I cannot help but feel I'm merely skilled at playing such a figure. I worry that my entire person is an act. A hollow shell.

Libra...

I apologize. It was not my intent to burden you with my idle ramblings. Pray, forget it.