Percy wanted to say he was surprised. He never doubted that Thalos had lived a tumultuous life, but it was strange to find out how much he had lived in one life.
Thalos stared at the open blue sky for the moment, choosing his words. The wind ruffled his long black hair as they rattled down the open road.
"I learned how to fight a little unorthodoxly, from a man I met as a kid. I fought beside him in wars and eventually learned to ignite my spirit on the verge of death. It only took me a year, because of the conditions."
Percy raised a hand. He knew this was another world, but some things were just absurd.
"Your master took you to war as a child? Isn't that a bit…" he said, "well I don't expect responsibility, but a waste at least. Even if you were talented, if you died on the field there's no profit."
Thalos smiled, nodding in agreement.
