[ He says, though as he agrees, it is biting, and sharp. Bitter.
It is good that Liem does not talk about people dying comfortably, and happily, because Silco holds... such hate, for people like that. Who died warm in their beds and surrounded by family, after subjugating his land, his citybright that he is going to lose the wick, and burn out entirely, quickly. It's something others can see, and though he knows it is the case, he does not care -- for to care was to accept that he should be a dead man. ]
The order of my world sees us as children toiling in mines. Dead at early ages. To try and rise up is to be kicked back down.
I do not believe in the "order" of worlds, because they are established by powers that have grown fat and happy on the the fruits of our labors, to become swollen with what they do not create. Any "gods" of worlds watch this happen, watch people like me rise up as children to try and find a future, only to be kicked down, and mutilated -- [ Tap tap, against his eye. That hateful, unblinking thing that burns. ] -- for simply trying to find a better life.
Why are any worlds so worth preserving, when that is the order you so ascribe to? Why resurrect so much suffering, when there's something better in the end?
[ Silco does not believe he will reach the new world, but he will make sure it is there. For one person, and one person only. ]
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[ He says, though as he agrees, it is biting, and sharp. Bitter.
It is good that Liem does not talk about people dying comfortably, and happily, because Silco holds... such hate, for people like that. Who died warm in their beds and surrounded by family, after subjugating his land, his citybright that he is going to lose the wick, and burn out entirely, quickly. It's something others can see, and though he knows it is the case, he does not care -- for to care was to accept that he should be a dead man. ]
The order of my world sees us as children toiling in mines. Dead at early ages. To try and rise up is to be kicked back down.
I do not believe in the "order" of worlds, because they are established by powers that have grown fat and happy on the the fruits of our labors, to become swollen with what they do not create. Any "gods" of worlds watch this happen, watch people like me rise up as children to try and find a future, only to be kicked down, and mutilated -- [ Tap tap, against his eye. That hateful, unblinking thing that burns. ] -- for simply trying to find a better life.
Why are any worlds so worth preserving, when that is the order you so ascribe to? Why resurrect so much suffering, when there's something better in the end?
[ Silco does not believe he will reach the new world, but he will make sure it is there. For one person, and one person only. ]