[ Every inch of his mind warns him — he would fall to this man, if he allowed him purchase. The burning brand upon him means that he owes him something, in the eyes of the Oracle; when really, to Set's mind, he was only evening the scales between them. Having observed the shallow extent of the Eye, of its Avatar, he had thought of Jonathan Sims more in terms of something like himself — otherworldly of thought, elevated of intellect. Nonhuman. And now, he sees his mistake. This man is but a man, a sorrow-stricken and haunted man. Someone seeking to do good in the world, for whatever reason — the most good, for the least number. All that a human could possibly fathom, really.
He does not like it, but John's conviction is solid. ] I can respect your stance, Jonathan Sims. Your heart is in the place you believe is ideologically righteous, both as a Zenite and as a human who sought to help a scared young woman. I will hold you to your word.
[ He will give Jonathan Sims that. It is a choice he would not have thought to encourage Ruby to make, for she would not have been able to wrest herself from his safe haven. ( He had not wanted her to have to, either. He remembers kicking her shoes off in the garden, toeing at her heels until she was barefoot — dangling herself from the sill of a window over a drop that would kill her. Seated with him, draped against his side. He had removed her shoes, so she could run away more easily.
He had to let her flee, even if it meant into the arms of Zenith. ) ]
Maybe not. But, I am the crueler one between us. Zenith is a kindness to so many who do not want to return, or cannot return. But, I am Meridian and am not its silly little hope, I am its wrath. Love who you can. Look to a future you desire. Mourn what you left behind. Know I admire you for your choice, for it is not an easy one. You do not make it lightly.
[ Still.
He will snarl and sneer and bleed Zenith, until it is limping and crawling and wheezing. A kill under his foot. There will be no sorrowful apology from him upon attaining victor. Just apocalyptic rage, and spite. That is the Meridian in Set. ]
You could reconsider. I would allow you, too, to choose another world and moor yourself upon it. Why must you desire this impossible vision, anyways?
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He does not like it, but John's conviction is solid. ] I can respect your stance, Jonathan Sims. Your heart is in the place you believe is ideologically righteous, both as a Zenite and as a human who sought to help a scared young woman. I will hold you to your word.
[ He will give Jonathan Sims that. It is a choice he would not have thought to encourage Ruby to make, for she would not have been able to wrest herself from his safe haven. ( He had not wanted her to have to, either. He remembers kicking her shoes off in the garden, toeing at her heels until she was barefoot — dangling herself from the sill of a window over a drop that would kill her. Seated with him, draped against his side. He had removed her shoes, so she could run away more easily.
He had to let her flee, even if it meant into the arms of Zenith. ) ]
Maybe not. But, I am the crueler one between us. Zenith is a kindness to so many who do not want to return, or cannot return. But, I am Meridian and am not its silly little hope, I am its wrath. Love who you can. Look to a future you desire. Mourn what you left behind. Know I admire you for your choice, for it is not an easy one. You do not make it lightly.
[ Still.
He will snarl and sneer and bleed Zenith, until it is limping and crawling and wheezing. A kill under his foot. There will be no sorrowful apology from him upon attaining victor. Just apocalyptic rage, and spite. That is the Meridian in Set. ]
You could reconsider. I would allow you, too, to choose another world and moor yourself upon it. Why must you desire this impossible vision, anyways?