[ This is fucked. This whole conversation is fucked. He knows it, he knows it. But even so ...
he hates that his first thought is that, if this is truly a 'solution' that Bondrewd is thinking of reserving for those Meridian who are too far gone to waver in their devotion, then it should serve well as a threat to sway those who can be swayed, right?
Distracted by that niggling little thought, Gen huffs as he throws out a half-assed, dismissive answer in response to Bondrewd's question: ]
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Love is making sure that the people important to you are safe no matter what. I get it. [ But that in itself is telling, isn't it? That Gen can throw out such an answer with zero hesitation and zero nuance. Because despite his casual wording, that truly is the crux of what he believes. He would sell his soul to the devil five times over to protect the one he treasures most; love means keeping those most important to you whole and close no matter the cost. ] ... but is whatever you're doing with these guinea pigs really going to help? They're just guinea pigs.
[ Stupid little creatures lacking shards. There's a big difference, isn't there? Gen can't imagine whatever Bondrewd is planning with these rodents working just as well for Shardbearers, and the thought has an uneasy feeling squirming in his guts. Even worse than the prospect of losing some of the people he cares about to this war would be having them around, but warped beyond recovery because whatever Bondrewd is planning went awry. ]
Can't really bring myself to trust in whatever you're doing here, if all you're doing is fucking around with these things.
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he hates that his first thought is that, if this is truly a 'solution' that Bondrewd is thinking of reserving for those Meridian who are too far gone to waver in their devotion, then it should serve well as a threat to sway those who can be swayed, right?
Distracted by that niggling little thought, Gen huffs as he throws out a half-assed, dismissive answer in response to Bondrewd's question: ]
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Love is making sure that the people important to you are safe no matter what. I get it. [ But that in itself is telling, isn't it? That Gen can throw out such an answer with zero hesitation and zero nuance. Because despite his casual wording, that truly is the crux of what he believes. He would sell his soul to the devil five times over to protect the one he treasures most; love means keeping those most important to you whole and close no matter the cost. ] ... but is whatever you're doing with these guinea pigs really going to help? They're just guinea pigs.
[ Stupid little creatures lacking shards. There's a big difference, isn't there? Gen can't imagine whatever Bondrewd is planning with these rodents working just as well for Shardbearers, and the thought has an uneasy feeling squirming in his guts. Even worse than the prospect of losing some of the people he cares about to this war would be having them around, but warped beyond recovery because whatever Bondrewd is planning went awry. ]
Can't really bring myself to trust in whatever you're doing here, if all you're doing is fucking around with these things.