Every chance, Jonathan Sims. Under my promise of protection, and my delivery of places she can hide and rest her heart.
[ He bludgeons the Archivist with it. Set's will is a fragile thing, and he feeds upon the convictions of others, but when it comes to particular individuals ā the ones he has taken upon himself to do something for, he is unassailable. There is a sense, that without a doubt, it is pure, rotten fact that he has always given Ruby a choice. He has always asked her what she has desired to do, and offered her many avenues to walk ā ( no one would think I'm a monster, at least, she had said to him; and he, in turn, had told her he would hide her ability and utility, her identity from whomever might want to use her, or kill her to remove her from use ).
And he hands John one more thing.
Amos Burton's name. And Ruby's response: ... I think I'm more afraid of him than anyone else in Zenith. / I begged everyone to go easy on those of us who weren't fighters. Signor Amos promised to protect me, and Iā could feel, through the Communion, that he only meant if I joined Zenith. If I wasn't a Zenite, that was reason enough to kill me. He also slips the description Ruby gave: ... have you met a gentleman with long blue hair and an eyepatch? Because I felt that he was similarly dangerous.... Kaeya Alberich. ]
I have no reason to lie to you either. I would never have made her go back to her world. What I offered her was the opportunity to shelter under me and alleviate her fears, as well. While she was here in Kenos, I wanted her to be able to shed the memory of that place, and to always have the freedom to go where she pleased, in the end. I still do not trust you, who feeds an entity upon Fear and is reliant on that power for your own survival ā but, if you truly do mean well by her, I will believe you. Though I do not forgive you. The only choice you were capable of offering to her at this time, was one fed by the power of this Oracle.
There is no freedom here in these caves, where we must abuse and violate one another's will.
[ He sits back a little, and reaches to find John's hand. To draw it into his own, and clasp it between his palms. ]
If she chooses remains in Zenith, I will protect her from my own Faction. Will you do the same, if she chooses returns to Meridian? For that is all I care about. You are responsible, as I am, for a girl who needs not choose a side. She only needs to be made to feel safe, no matter which side she finds rest in. I care very much for her. If there could be one thing we can agree upon... I would not mind it to be our desire to help her.
[ pointed, though, is the impression of his question ā will you always want to help her? ]
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[ He bludgeons the Archivist with it. Set's will is a fragile thing, and he feeds upon the convictions of others, but when it comes to particular individuals ā the ones he has taken upon himself to do something for, he is unassailable. There is a sense, that without a doubt, it is pure, rotten fact that he has always given Ruby a choice. He has always asked her what she has desired to do, and offered her many avenues to walk ā ( no one would think I'm a monster, at least, she had said to him; and he, in turn, had told her he would hide her ability and utility, her identity from whomever might want to use her, or kill her to remove her from use ).
And he hands John one more thing.
Amos Burton's name. And Ruby's response: ... I think I'm more afraid of him than anyone else in Zenith. / I begged everyone to go easy on those of us who weren't fighters. Signor Amos promised to protect me, and Iā could feel, through the Communion, that he only meant if I joined Zenith. If I wasn't a Zenite, that was reason enough to kill me. He also slips the description Ruby gave: ... have you met a gentleman with long blue hair and an eyepatch? Because I felt that he was similarly dangerous.... Kaeya Alberich. ]
I have no reason to lie to you either. I would never have made her go back to her world. What I offered her was the opportunity to shelter under me and alleviate her fears, as well. While she was here in Kenos, I wanted her to be able to shed the memory of that place, and to always have the freedom to go where she pleased, in the end. I still do not trust you, who feeds an entity upon Fear and is reliant on that power for your own survival ā but, if you truly do mean well by her, I will believe you. Though I do not forgive you. The only choice you were capable of offering to her at this time, was one fed by the power of this Oracle.
There is no freedom here in these caves, where we must abuse and violate one another's will.
[ He sits back a little, and reaches to find John's hand. To draw it into his own, and clasp it between his palms. ]
If she chooses remains in Zenith, I will protect her from my own Faction. Will you do the same, if she chooses returns to Meridian? For that is all I care about. You are responsible, as I am, for a girl who needs not choose a side. She only needs to be made to feel safe, no matter which side she finds rest in. I care very much for her. If there could be one thing we can agree upon... I would not mind it to be our desire to help her.
[ pointed, though, is the impression of his question ā will you always want to help her? ]