[ Though the memory of Hayame's pain and anguish as Sebastian neatly robs her of her eye rattles within his soul, as an ache he wishes to lay a hand on ( to devour? to soothe? ), he grinds his back molars subtly against it. Warriors would always be injured, would always be left with scars as proof of their shortcomings and the things that had failed to kill them; yet, entities such as he and Sebastian were incapable of scars. In any other circumstance, they would be pristine and clean. Which means he will gladly take in Sebastian's wretched appearance as an outlying vision, and choose to bask in both violent acts ( for the alternative is impossible for him, he cannot recoil from brutality — ): the one that Sebastian reflects upon, and the one Hayame has shown him. ]
While the Ennead view the passage of soul to afterlife as sacrosanct, I differ. Certainly, souls have a natural path to follow — but, I am not a stranger to the usefulness of the soul. And I have denied my fair share of them, for my own ends.
[ Which is to say. ]
I have no intention to save him, or meddle in the contract between you. He chose his path, and he knows what end awaits him.
[ He does not waver, nor lower his voice. Silco is probably nearby, but Set does not mind.
Though the passage of the soul to the afterlife was sacred in Egypt and other communities, Set truly could not find it in himself to struggle with the notion that he ought to safeguard any mortal's soul when they had chosen the route they wished it to take. He owed it to the women he had slaughtered to return them, because they had no choice in becoming his weapons. Silco freely chose, and in that — was the crux of his opinion. That Sebastian Michaelis was a valid option to be chosen, and one who ought not to be denied his earnings. ]
I am a devout pupil, you will find. You may even find it a challenge, keeping up with me — now, settle in and brace yourself. I will take all that remains in a single, clean sweep.
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While the Ennead view the passage of soul to afterlife as sacrosanct, I differ. Certainly, souls have a natural path to follow — but, I am not a stranger to the usefulness of the soul. And I have denied my fair share of them, for my own ends.
[ Which is to say. ]
I have no intention to save him, or meddle in the contract between you. He chose his path, and he knows what end awaits him.
[ He does not waver, nor lower his voice. Silco is probably nearby, but Set does not mind.
Though the passage of the soul to the afterlife was sacred in Egypt and other communities, Set truly could not find it in himself to struggle with the notion that he ought to safeguard any mortal's soul when they had chosen the route they wished it to take. He owed it to the women he had slaughtered to return them, because they had no choice in becoming his weapons. Silco freely chose, and in that — was the crux of his opinion. That Sebastian Michaelis was a valid option to be chosen, and one who ought not to be denied his earnings. ]
I am a devout pupil, you will find. You may even find it a challenge, keeping up with me — now, settle in and brace yourself. I will take all that remains in a single, clean sweep.