“Hmm.. inadequacy? The feeling you don’t belong among those you work with or look up to?” Ivar pondered, eyeing Saam for a moment longer, before turning his eyes forward again to look at something else. Being who he was, he certainly felt that when he was around just about everyone he interacted with that was a national representative. Even ‘mortal’s gave him a look of pure skepticism at times, his eyes specifically being a staple of hate over the years.
“I can’t relate. But you’re cared for by Berwald.” He lied, he could relate greatly with that.
“Yeah. For a variety of reasons. I mean I haven’t even been self-sovereign for that long in my existence compared to others. I still have so much to catch up on.. and not to mention in a more ridiculous way I guess – it’s easy to feel not good enough when you’re outside of the bounds of what makes sense for speople to like.“ It seemed a little absurd that Saima was being so honest about this to Ivar but maybe they were no longer feeling like hiding things that they could not cover up all that well.
“Yeah. I guess so. I don’t really get why he does. I really and truly don’t understand and it makes me feel guilty that he bothers..“
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