[A difficult choice. Rome has never been good at making decisions- most of the time, they're made for him and he goes along with them. Orders, he understands. They're clear, taking responsibility from him and allowing him to operate in a very rigid framework. He's more comfortable that way.
Deciding for himself isn't a skill he's ever needed to refine, and now that he's faced with the choice, it's harder than he could have thought. He'd meant to do as Rey asked, fully intended on remaining loyal to the Guard when they spoke, but now that Maketh is in front of him and asking for his loyalty, he finds himself faltering.
Loyalty has always been his defining trait, as it is for most others of his kind. His superiors had abused that and crafted it into a loyalty to a system, a military, a government, but it has instinctively always been stronger when attached to people. His handler, whether or not they deserve it. His pack, what little interaction they may have had.
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Date: 2017-11-30 07:47 pm (UTC)Deciding for himself isn't a skill he's ever needed to refine, and now that he's faced with the choice, it's harder than he could have thought. He'd meant to do as Rey asked, fully intended on remaining loyal to the Guard when they spoke, but now that Maketh is in front of him and asking for his loyalty, he finds himself faltering.
Loyalty has always been his defining trait, as it is for most others of his kind. His superiors had abused that and crafted it into a loyalty to a system, a military, a government, but it has instinctively always been stronger when attached to people. His handler, whether or not they deserve it. His pack, what little interaction they may have had.
Maketh.
He nods once, slowly. It feels heavy in the air.]
...I'm yours.