Vivek: I know you don’t like thinking about this side of things, but, like it or not, the crows are our rivals and we need to be very wary around them.
Vivek: Especially around that Mordecai. He’s dangerous, ok? So, keep your head up and your eyes open. Dad wanted Sprita to come keep you safe for a reason, mister, I don’t want to carry a gun anymore. Anything could tip the scales, and I don’t want you getting hurt when it happens. Stay. Out. Of. Trouble.
people say “if you don’t lower your standards, you’re gonna end up spending your whole life alone!” like being a healthy, happy, financially independent single adult is actually worse than being stuck in an abusive and/or emotionally unfulfilling relationship with someone who isn’t willing/able to meet your needs. like no offense, but I think I’m gonna choose to be happy rather than throwing myself into a relationship just for the sake of being in a relationship.
The line between writing fantasy and writing science fiction gets even blurrier when you spend an hour trying to figure out what orbital mechanics are necessary to create a daily solar eclipse in a certain region of a planet without having to change its axial tilt and thus eliminate seasons as a whole just so the medieval-era people who live in said region can use the eclipse as a basic time measurement.
All because someone giving directions and saying “you’ll be there by firstmoon” sounded kinda nifty.