[ Danse continues to surprise himself with how little he actually minds this concept, though he supposes he'd think differently if he saw something he deemed particularly dangerous being taught. Still, he's not hearing anything that makes him second-guess his attempt to do a respectable job at painting their emblem onto a truck. (It's getting there.)
The amusement in Arcade's voice does raise a slight pinkness to his face, but--well, it's not as if he's ever so much as touched any kind of research, and it feels presumptuous to think he could just declare himself capable of it. He hadn't joined the Brotherhood for its databases, and Proctor Quinlan was certainly never impressed by any of Danse's questions about the technical documentation he brought back from recon sweeps. Learning for him has always been self-directed, recreational, and private.
He isn't surprised to hear about the defectors. He can imagine precisely the kind of person who would leave the Brotherhood for the Followers, despite the organizations' goals seeming to be so diametrically opposed. ]
I assume they were scribes, not paladins.
[ It isn't a "no," just a deflection. He does really miss having the clearance to read whatever he wants to, whenever he wants to. It's the idea of being expected to do anything with it in practice that makes him feel out of his depth. ]
I don't know. It certainly isn't that I don't value your way of helping people. It's just never been my forte.
[ He focuses for a moment on keeping the brush steady as he paints the vertical body of the cross. ]
But there was something one of the scribes at the Citadel always used to say, when the knights weren't taking her seriously. Something about how...when you separate warriors from scholars, your thinking will be done by cowards and your fighting will be done by fools. I don't have a clue who she was quoting, but it stuck with me anyway.
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The amusement in Arcade's voice does raise a slight pinkness to his face, but--well, it's not as if he's ever so much as touched any kind of research, and it feels presumptuous to think he could just declare himself capable of it. He hadn't joined the Brotherhood for its databases, and Proctor Quinlan was certainly never impressed by any of Danse's questions about the technical documentation he brought back from recon sweeps. Learning for him has always been self-directed, recreational, and private.
He isn't surprised to hear about the defectors. He can imagine precisely the kind of person who would leave the Brotherhood for the Followers, despite the organizations' goals seeming to be so diametrically opposed. ]
I assume they were scribes, not paladins.
[ It isn't a "no," just a deflection. He does really miss having the clearance to read whatever he wants to, whenever he wants to. It's the idea of being expected to do anything with it in practice that makes him feel out of his depth. ]
I don't know. It certainly isn't that I don't value your way of helping people. It's just never been my forte.
[ He focuses for a moment on keeping the brush steady as he paints the vertical body of the cross. ]
But there was something one of the scribes at the Citadel always used to say, when the knights weren't taking her seriously. Something about how...when you separate warriors from scholars, your thinking will be done by cowards and your fighting will be done by fools. I don't have a clue who she was quoting, but it stuck with me anyway.