"I risk my life every day in the arena." I pointed out. "Every day I am unsure if I'll see another sunrise. You can't bring up my safety when danger is my life."
I could tell that he wanted to say more. Thankfully he was able to restrain himself on the matter. At least verbally. His facial expression was full of anger. His hands formed into fists as he calmed himself down. The moment he unclenched his hands was when I moved towards him.
"Even if you do become a rider, that doesn't mean you'll change anything." Gadwall said. "I've known many human wyvern riders that originally wanted to change things. Do you know how many managed to? None. Once they became riders their entire outlook on life changed. They begin to serve the Nieth like every other rider before them. Don't you think I want to be free? But you can't take such a risk for something that might not work."
"And if the voice is right?" I asked. "If I am a chosen rider then there is the possibility for change. There's the possibility I won't be chained to the Nieth."
"What did it mean by Jorn is on the cusp of change? Are you sure that's a good thing? What if your only purpose of becoming a rider is to spread the Nieth plague from Horngul to the furthest points of Jorn?"
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