Only in Zenith's name, is she worthy of being protected. Only if Zenith holds her, will she be absolved of her fear. Only if Zenith. Only if Zenith. Well, Zenith is not the only choice that she can make — and to be so deluded in his righteousness, Set thinks of Jonathan Sims with the utmost contempt. The two of them are like oil and water. What Set knows as factual, Jonathan Sims in his mortality will see as fiction. What Jonathan Sims sees as the only path, is merely conjecture and cruelty, to a god once known for his freedoms. The liberties he had taken to visit other worlds, to learn of other peoples and comprehend their differences.
He is a storm. A god is not a human.
In the face of Jonathan Sims's cold, the cessation of the thrum between them and the withdrawal of his hand, he stands. Rising above him as a mountain might, hair falling around his face to obscure all but the vibrant red of his eyes. Narrowed, silent. If he must consign a handful of people with painful memories and dying worlds to their demises to restore all others to their lives, he will. Meridian does not pretend to be a kind path, it is as brutal and wicked as many presume Zenith to be; to him, in many ways, Zenith is the kinder path. It wipes all pain away and seeks to invite all to a better existence, and all can learn to love and accept it. But, he is a cruel and capricious thing — a god, not a human. And he will turn his face away from cries of agony, if he cannot find another way.
He really, really wants to find a different way. ]
As something inhuman, I lack the ability to forge the connection that you can. But, I am trying.
[ Within him is the potential to be humanized. While within John, is the ability to throw off his humanity. ]
I will yield that to you, Jonathan. And nothing else, ever again.
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Only in Zenith's name, is she worthy of being protected. Only if Zenith holds her, will she be absolved of her fear. Only if Zenith. Only if Zenith. Well, Zenith is not the only choice that she can make — and to be so deluded in his righteousness, Set thinks of Jonathan Sims with the utmost contempt. The two of them are like oil and water. What Set knows as factual, Jonathan Sims in his mortality will see as fiction. What Jonathan Sims sees as the only path, is merely conjecture and cruelty, to a god once known for his freedoms. The liberties he had taken to visit other worlds, to learn of other peoples and comprehend their differences.
He is a storm. A god is not a human.
In the face of Jonathan Sims's cold, the cessation of the thrum between them and the withdrawal of his hand, he stands. Rising above him as a mountain might, hair falling around his face to obscure all but the vibrant red of his eyes. Narrowed, silent. If he must consign a handful of people with painful memories and dying worlds to their demises to restore all others to their lives, he will. Meridian does not pretend to be a kind path, it is as brutal and wicked as many presume Zenith to be; to him, in many ways, Zenith is the kinder path. It wipes all pain away and seeks to invite all to a better existence, and all can learn to love and accept it. But, he is a cruel and capricious thing — a god, not a human. And he will turn his face away from cries of agony, if he cannot find another way.
He really, really wants to find a different way. ]
As something inhuman, I lack the ability to forge the connection that you can. But, I am trying.
[ Within him is the potential to be humanized. While within John, is the ability to throw off his humanity. ]
I will yield that to you, Jonathan. And nothing else, ever again.