( makoto regards set with the sharp slyness of someone letting another in on a secret. )
My dear Set, that just means we're ahead of the game, as the others don't even know they're playing and being played yet. Should we be so swift to shed such a preternatural advantage?
( yes, he can feel the characteristic heat that pours off of the world, forging from them a stern indictment of what he would have to assume is many of the other Shard-Bearers that share this earthen tomb with them. makoto believes he sees the shape of what set gets at here — to boil Meridian and Zenith down to their conflicting ideals and what they would make of existence's future and fate is a bit of a disservice to the relationship of a Bearer and their Faction, isn't it? it's not that one can't or shouldn't become invested in what they wish to seed for their future actualization, but one can't become so focused upon the horizon that they lose sight of both the ground they stood upon here and now and the long, winding, treacherous path that might lead them there one day.
still, that's a precarious balance, and it's one that makoto has become very aware of these past few years. the type of eternal existence that their shards offered them could tempt one to stagnancy, indolence, and perhaps these are the traits that set perceived and loathed in his fellows. makoto had certainly done the same among the other demons in Hell he had come across, so content in the comfort of whatever little space they'd clawed out for themselves in its hierarchy that they no longer craned their eyes to the sky and dreamed.
makoto hungers far too deeply to ever become so satisfied, and that's a choice he makes. he could have tempered his desperate craving with all sorts of indulgences over the years, but... he had preferred to keep his teeth and eyes sharp.
as he bares his personal perceptions on those that hail to either Faction, makoto studies set as he might a complex puzzle of interlocking pieces, attempting to figure out the manner by which they conjoin and separate, seeking the pattern that would lead him to its core. he has the differing perspective of one who has viewed both as an outsider looking in, and though his personal experience with them has been limited prior to being trapped within these confines with all of them... )
Are you really so quick to set their natures in stone? ( he shakes his head, quick and birdlike. ) Most people aren't. They're as quick and changeable as water, full of ambivalence and contradiction; mortals especially struggle to contain even what they are naturally predisposed towards, and it causes them to rattle and shake inside, ready to crack along faults that would lead to choices that can seem shocking to any without the insight of their personal context.
( there's a depth belied by what he says, the sudden clarity in his colorless eyes. yes, he knows this all well, thinking back upon the human he had once been. )
When properly wounded, a good heart will surprise you with its cruelty. Similarly... a bitter bastard can surprise you with their sudden fragility.
( he waves one hand in a sweeping gesture. ) I'm not discarding your observations out of hand — I've made several of my own since arriving here, and I will take all into consideration accordingly.
Perhaps... in the event of my potential affiliation with Zenith, I would just hope you don't saddle me with the assumption of a soft and merciful heart. I've worked very hard to have a certain type of reputation, you see.
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My dear Set, that just means we're ahead of the game, as the others don't even know they're playing and being played yet. Should we be so swift to shed such a preternatural advantage?
( yes, he can feel the characteristic heat that pours off of the world, forging from them a stern indictment of what he would have to assume is many of the other Shard-Bearers that share this earthen tomb with them. makoto believes he sees the shape of what set gets at here — to boil Meridian and Zenith down to their conflicting ideals and what they would make of existence's future and fate is a bit of a disservice to the relationship of a Bearer and their Faction, isn't it? it's not that one can't or shouldn't become invested in what they wish to seed for their future actualization, but one can't become so focused upon the horizon that they lose sight of both the ground they stood upon here and now and the long, winding, treacherous path that might lead them there one day.
still, that's a precarious balance, and it's one that makoto has become very aware of these past few years. the type of eternal existence that their shards offered them could tempt one to stagnancy, indolence, and perhaps these are the traits that set perceived and loathed in his fellows. makoto had certainly done the same among the other demons in Hell he had come across, so content in the comfort of whatever little space they'd clawed out for themselves in its hierarchy that they no longer craned their eyes to the sky and dreamed.
makoto hungers far too deeply to ever become so satisfied, and that's a choice he makes. he could have tempered his desperate craving with all sorts of indulgences over the years, but... he had preferred to keep his teeth and eyes sharp.
as he bares his personal perceptions on those that hail to either Faction, makoto studies set as he might a complex puzzle of interlocking pieces, attempting to figure out the manner by which they conjoin and separate, seeking the pattern that would lead him to its core. he has the differing perspective of one who has viewed both as an outsider looking in, and though his personal experience with them has been limited prior to being trapped within these confines with all of them... )
Are you really so quick to set their natures in stone? ( he shakes his head, quick and birdlike. ) Most people aren't. They're as quick and changeable as water, full of ambivalence and contradiction; mortals especially struggle to contain even what they are naturally predisposed towards, and it causes them to rattle and shake inside, ready to crack along faults that would lead to choices that can seem shocking to any without the insight of their personal context.
( there's a depth belied by what he says, the sudden clarity in his colorless eyes. yes, he knows this all well, thinking back upon the human he had once been. )
When properly wounded, a good heart will surprise you with its cruelty. Similarly... a bitter bastard can surprise you with their sudden fragility.
( he waves one hand in a sweeping gesture. ) I'm not discarding your observations out of hand — I've made several of my own since arriving here, and I will take all into consideration accordingly.
Perhaps... in the event of my potential affiliation with Zenith, I would just hope you don't saddle me with the assumption of a soft and merciful heart. I've worked very hard to have a certain type of reputation, you see.