Matthew shrugs. "...it is not my place to do this. I am a Mechwarrior of low rank, with no Bloodname, and now, not even a place in one of the Great Clans. If I was suited to compose these verses, I would have earned greater status already, or not have been defeated and made a bondsman."
He holds out his hands as if grasping something invisible.
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Matthew shrugs. "...it is not my place to do this. I am a Mechwarrior of low rank, with no Bloodname, and now, not even a place in one of the Great Clans. If I was suited to compose these verses, I would have earned greater status already, or not have been defeated and made a bondsman."
He holds out his hands as if grasping something invisible.
"And yet something drives me onward to do this."