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They were sitting in the pool after figuring out the trident, just enjoying each other's company in silence, but a thought crossed Roven’s mind, and he had to speak on it. He wasn’t sure where he was going with it, but once it started, it felt good to say.
“Y’know June, I was thinking…thinking about our fight with Gangplank. I hate thinking about it. I know I had to do what I did, but man, I feel sick thinking about it.” He shivers a bit involuntarily before continuing.
“But I was thinking about it again, and it made me realize something. And it’s that I feel hopeless. Taking out Gangplank made me realize that all I am is a man with a sword. That’s all I am!” He’s starting to fill himself with conviction now, getting more and more animated as he lays bare his thoughts.
“And don’t get me wrong—I’m a damn good man with a sword, but I feel like that’s as much as I can be. The others…they can bend reality and other incredible things, but what can I do? Beat the tar outta anyone who’s on my level.” He’s stood up now, pacing around the pool, getting more and more heated with every word.
“But we’re dealing with a threat to the world here! What fucking good am I against Tatianna! You’ve seen her true form too. I know I can cut down anyone I can look in the eyes, but she’s different. She’s a monster, and I don’t know what I can do to her.” He’s calming down now, having made what he realizes is his point, but he keeps talking.
“But it doesn’t stop with that. She obviously has a plan. Some kinda plot, and it almost certainly involves some of us. She came to me in a dream once, and tried to get me to join her. When I refused, she lashed out at me, and I woke up feeling it. She’s so far beyond anything I’ve ever had to fight on every level, and I just don’t know what to do.” On this note, he sits back down, and leans on June for a moment before continuing.
There’s something of a spark in his eyes now as he starts again, “The fight with Gangplank made me realize something else, too. I might not be the most powerful man around, but shit, I might be the toughest. Just because I can’t warp reality or crush someone in a single blow doesn’t mean I’m useless, it just makes me useful…differently. As long as I’m protecting you, I can’t be that useless. You’re my world.” He kisses her, and after that, an idea starts to form in his mind.
“Maybe it’s not my job or destiny to save the Feywild. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with that. Maybe my purpose in life is to protect the people I care about in this life: you, Cilliah, Austyn, Juniper.” He’s on his feet, getting animated again.
“Maybe my part to play in all of this isn’t to save the world, but to protect those who have a grander purpose than me!” With that epiphany, he falls back into the pool, and starts to laugh, happy that he finally has some idea of what his purpose is in this grand quest.