Гилвуд Фишер, у меня всё ещё более бесяче.
Вот пример. Идёт беседа, я пытаюсь переубедить НПС.
Моя реплика:
"Oh yes, the duty, the sacrifice...they are compelling, true. But what is duty without passion? Sacrifice without joy? Set aside my personal desires, your path doesn't seem right to me. I have walked it for a long time, you know"

ГМ:
"What are you saying?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. The certainty he had moments ago is gone, replaced by a dawning, terrifying doubt.

"You walk the path of the blade," you continue, your voice soft but relentless. "All duty, all sacrifice. You think it makes you strong. But I have seen what that path creates. It doesn't create a hero. It creates a perfect, polished weapon. And a weapon has no heart. It only knows the hand that wields it. My foster father taught me that. He was a master of creating such weapons."

You gesture to the fake spots on his neck, symbols of his current, farcical war. "You are so focused on being the unbreakable sword for this city that you are forgetting to be its heart. Joy is not a distraction from duty, my lord. It is the reason for it. What are you saving them for if not to experience joy again?"

Это ваще не то, что я имел в виду, например.