[The way Nimona spoke was so similar to what Orchid had said at that time.
"If what you said is true... We only cared about our own safety. We're scattered. We would have been eaten by yingzhao. Because we took pity on each other and didn't want to see any of us die, we faced our fears and worked together to win time for survival. So, emotion is not a burden. It is the reason we survived this time."
It kept being put in front of him. This idea that relying on emotions would provide strength. He was a scholar. A trained warrior. A general who knew how to judge his men and move them to his army's best advantage. If emotions were really such a source of strength, then he should be able to measure them in some way.
He should be able to understand their effects. Their uses. Even if only intellectually. But he couldn't.
Why couldn't he? Why was this so far beyond him?
Why?
He shut his eyes and turned off the shellphone. It was ruder than he usually was, but Nimona thought poorly of him, anyway. So what did it matter?]
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It kept being put in front of him. This idea that relying on emotions would provide strength. He was a scholar. A trained warrior. A general who knew how to judge his men and move them to his army's best advantage. If emotions were really such a source of strength, then he should be able to measure them in some way.
He should be able to understand their effects. Their uses. Even if only intellectually. But he couldn't.
Why couldn't he? Why was this so far beyond him?
Why?
He shut his eyes and turned off the shellphone. It was ruder than he usually was, but Nimona thought poorly of him, anyway. So what did it matter?]