[Unlike Gamzee, he knows what it's like to live your entire life according to random, often arbitrary customs and codes of behavior, to value honor and dignity and duty above all else. He used to be like that, hiding behind those codes because it was too painful to act out against them, too hard and frightening to put himself and his freakish abilities under the scrutiny of all other trolls. Moreover, he wanted to be an Archeradicator too, and understands how rigid their code of conduct can be. The fact that Darkleer was able to fight it at all is astounding, especially when he had risen as high as to become the Executioner.]
[No, Equius doesn't say anything, but he moves, sliding one arm across Darkleer's midsection, holding on to him and resting one cheek against his shoulder. He lets his hand fall, close to Gamzee, and turns it so it's palm up, inviting, in case his matesprit wants to take it.]
[So much courage... so brave to stand up against sweeps of conditioning and control and conduct.]
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[Unlike Gamzee, he knows what it's like to live your entire life according to random, often arbitrary customs and codes of behavior, to value honor and dignity and duty above all else. He used to be like that, hiding behind those codes because it was too painful to act out against them, too hard and frightening to put himself and his freakish abilities under the scrutiny of all other trolls. Moreover, he wanted to be an Archeradicator too, and understands how rigid their code of conduct can be. The fact that Darkleer was able to fight it at all is astounding, especially when he had risen as high as to become the Executioner.]
[No, Equius doesn't say anything, but he moves, sliding one arm across Darkleer's midsection, holding on to him and resting one cheek against his shoulder. He lets his hand fall, close to Gamzee, and turns it so it's palm up, inviting, in case his matesprit wants to take it.]
[So much courage... so brave to stand up against sweeps of conditioning and control and conduct.]