[ His understanding is immediate, though he says nothing. Sage would argue that the armors - and meeting this way - represent a good chunk of things that Rowen doesn't necessarily believe in by the virtue of existing, but he doesn't. That tendency to question of his has kept them all alive at one point or another. He's tempered enough to understand that now.
(Though the urge exists.)
They've all rebelled against the notion of fate anyway. Some things are perhaps destined, and others are just likely. Natural, maybe. Sage can split the different with him. His line of sight rises to follow his friend's standing motion, smiling in turn. As usual, he's about a thousand times more polished, but not overly so. ]
Only you could make an academic endeavor sound like a threat, you know that?
[ Customary quip aside, Sage's free hand goes to his pocket. ]
I'm going to New York.
[ It doesn't hold the best of memories for him, but he's not about to be hindered, either. ]
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(Though the urge exists.)
They've all rebelled against the notion of fate anyway. Some things are perhaps destined, and others are just likely. Natural, maybe. Sage can split the different with him. His line of sight rises to follow his friend's standing motion, smiling in turn. As usual, he's about a thousand times more polished, but not overly so. ]
Only you could make an academic endeavor sound like a threat, you know that?
[ Customary quip aside, Sage's free hand goes to his pocket. ]
I'm going to New York.
[ It doesn't hold the best of memories for him, but he's not about to be hindered, either. ]