Grey Eyed Castaway
It was true. The wisdom of the order did very often sound like motivational posters. Maybe this was a sign that they had some merit, or perhaps Jasper was just soft in the head. He was okay with either.
"It's...hard to expect such warmness after a year of being on my own and not knowing any of the people I've worked with."
"The order is evolving," Jasper noted as he continued to eat. "I think people are starting to recognize the value of connection, especially after what happened at Tython. I know there are a few sticklers that warn against it, but I think they miss some important details. The code warns against letting these things consume you, not that you shouldn't have them. It's something I think we'll all have to figure out in time."
Tash asked about his friends. Jasper was more than happy to talk about them. They were the entire reason he had grown so much after all.
"The best, really," he responded. "I've met all kinds of great people when I came back. People who share a lot more of the same struggles with me than I would have assumed. We're all sort of in the same boat, even if where we come from ain't the same. That's always a good thing to know. Being alone was the worst decision I ever made. I'm glad that I was able to find people when I came back."
He paused for a moment, thinking. An idea had popped into his mind, as ideas often did, but this one wasn't of the mechanical variety. It was something different. Something, to Jasper at least, that was far more important.
"I could introduce you, y'know. If you're curious, anyways."