I had every intention of doing so. Burning it. Dragging that man Cyrus before me and making him answer to the theft.
[ Someone stopped him, thankfully........
Still, he regards Silco with naked curiosity. There is a lack of judgment in his bearing, where he leans his arms over the edge of the bath and begins to sweep red hair back from his temple. There is a bruise there, hidden up near the hairline, from an earlier bout, and he winces as he brushes his fingers along it. Ugh, pain. A reminder that while his core was still divine, his body was diminished into something fallible -- like the man he'd just told was so. ]
I consider them, because for all that I do not trust them, I find it insulting that anyone who loves their world as much as you and I seem to would simply give up on it. That my choice to give up would deny the others who loved it too, who took pride in it, who were free and alive because of it.
[ Again, there is no malice in the way he speaks to Silco. He'd asked for the man's opinion, after all. ]
I may be what is left, but I have a duty to the people of my world, to do something so that they may choose their fate. Yet, I won't deny -- it would be the easier path, to let go and pick what I desire the most from the rubble. I am no savior god, after all. I could be free, as you have chosen to be, of all that made me in this image.
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[ Someone stopped him, thankfully........
Still, he regards Silco with naked curiosity. There is a lack of judgment in his bearing, where he leans his arms over the edge of the bath and begins to sweep red hair back from his temple. There is a bruise there, hidden up near the hairline, from an earlier bout, and he winces as he brushes his fingers along it. Ugh, pain. A reminder that while his core was still divine, his body was diminished into something fallible -- like the man he'd just told was so. ]
I consider them, because for all that I do not trust them, I find it insulting that anyone who loves their world as much as you and I seem to would simply give up on it. That my choice to give up would deny the others who loved it too, who took pride in it, who were free and alive because of it.
[ Again, there is no malice in the way he speaks to Silco. He'd asked for the man's opinion, after all. ]
I may be what is left, but I have a duty to the people of my world, to do something so that they may choose their fate. Yet, I won't deny -- it would be the easier path, to let go and pick what I desire the most from the rubble. I am no savior god, after all. I could be free, as you have chosen to be, of all that made me in this image.