It was certainly turning into an interesting morning run. Here he was, lecturing an Accepted. Could they not promote him straight to Asha’man? Skip all the ranks and go straight to the top? He was certainly old enough. Although did this whole thing make him a Blue or a Grey, or even a White? He was, after all, only speaking common sense. Tristram was fairly sure everyone else would say the same in his position. In some respects, he had to wonder how the Accepted had ever made it to, well, Accepted. He’d always been given the impression that Aes Sedai were confident and self-assured, their head stuck up their own arses more often than not, whereas this one gave him the impression of jumping at shadows.
“Afraid I can’t tell you how,” he said with a small grin, shaking his head. “That’s all down to you. But what’s more important: how you feel about yourself, or what people may or may not feel about you? People come and go, but you’re stuck with yourself forever, and I know I’d rather that self be someone I actually liked.”
“Afraid I can’t tell you how,” he said with a small grin, shaking his head. “That’s all down to you. But what’s more important: how you feel about yourself, or what people may or may not feel about you? People come and go, but you’re stuck with yourself forever, and I know I’d rather that self be someone I actually liked.”
