Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

Braindead, cannot title- ACK

Blue glanced out the window at the familiar forms of Nightmare and Dream sunbathing at the fringes of the glade, munching on a loaf of bread as Oromis served their food.
"I know why fighting Galbatorix is worth it, though thousands of people may die." Eragon suddenly said, in the language they were forced to use at the moment, thus drawing the other from his observations as he turned to his human friend.
"Oh?" Oromis asked, sitting down. "Do tell me."

"Because Galbatorix has already caused more suffering over the past hundred years than we ever could in a single generation. And unlike a normal tyrant, we cannot wait for him to die. He could rule for centuries or millennia- persecuting and tormenting people the entire time- unless we stop him. If he became strong enough, he would match on the dwarves and you here in Du Weldenvarden and kill or enslave both races. And…" He rubbed his palm's heel on the wood grain of the table thoughtfully. "…because rescuing the two eggs from Galbatorix is the only way to save the dragons."

The teapot was whistling, growing louder until it shrieked. Blue winced slightly at the piercing noise until Oromis stood and removed it from the fire, pouring the blueberry tea into cups for the two of them. "Now, you understand." He responded.
"I understand, but I take no pleasure in it." Eragon bit back a scowl.

"You shouldn't." Blue muttered.
"No you should not." Oromis affirmed. "But now we can be confident that you won't shrink from the path when you are confronted by the injustices and atrocities the Varden will surely commit. We cannot afford to have you consumed by doubts when your strength and focus are most needed." The elf steepled his fingers and stared at his own tea, pondering whatever he saw within. Blue stirred his cup, watching the steam rise from it as Oromis spoke again.
"Do you believe Galbatorix is evil?"

"Of course!" Eragon immediately answered. He turned to Blue, who was thinking.
"No. He's just mad. Very mad. Insane sort of mad." He replied slowly, glancing up from the tea momentarily. Oromis nodded as Eragon blinked.
"Do you believe he considers himself evil?"
Eragon held his tongue this time, glancing at Blue before responding. "I doubt it."
"No." The skeleton answered.
Oromis tapped his fingers against themselves before addressing the human student. "Then you must also believe that Durza was evil?"

Now Eragon fell silent as he thought for a moment. Blueberry answered first this time. "Not the sorcerer himself, but the spirits possessing him certainly were black and wicked."
Eragon nodded with his words. "He wasn't evil himself, but the spirits that controlled him were."
Oromis sipped the tea, which made Blue blink and eagerly do the same with his own as the teacher asked another question.
"And what of the Urgals? Are they evil?"

Eragon tightened his grip on his spoon until his knuckles were white like a skeleton. Blue regarded him from behind his own mug, ignoring the fact that he had a blueberry addiction because of his name. The human spoke with suppressed rage.
"When I think of death, I see an Urgal's face. They're worse than beasts. The things they've done…" He shook his head, overcome with emotion. Blue blinked, setting down his cup as he remembered his friends' reputations back in the Multiverse, how many of them tried to honor the Urgals because there was no telling what they were truly like.

Oromis posed an intelligent question in response to Eragon's opinion. "Eragon, what kind of opinion would you form of humans if all you knew of them were the actions of your warriors on the field of battle?"
"That's not…" Eragon struggled to find an argument. "It's different. Urgals deserve to be wiped out, every last one of them."
Blue immediately regretted drinking in that moment, nearly doing a spittake at that sentence. Oromis politely handed him a cloth to wipe his face and continued speaking to Eragon. "Even their females and children? The ones who haven't harmed you and likely never will? The innocents? Would you kill them and condemn an entire race to the void?"
"They wouldn't spare us, given the chance."