“Maybe. If you let it.” The young adventurer ran a stone across the edge of his blade, wearing away the enchanted metal of the Daedric artifact with each stroke he took as he listened to his teary-eyed friend.
“In this frozen tundra that I call my homeland, hell, even in other providences, judgment is guaranteed. And no matter who you are or whatever you may do, you will be judged by people and you will always be judged. You can try to change yourself for the better or for worse, you can retaliate verbally or physically, you can even try to hide yourself away from the world, but no matter what course of action or words you choose, you will be judged for simply existing.”
Louis stopped sharpening the Dawnbreaker to observe and test the edge, making sure that the sword could do its job properly before turning his full attention to the Argonian woman. “Now tell me; with that in mind, do their words and judgment, as much as they might scar and burn, truly matter enough to bring you down?”