[ His attention is drawn to her when she uses her craft for cooking, and—
…Yeah, that makes sense, he guesses. Perfectly practical, even. It really says something about Daybit that he’s surprised to see it, huh?
Anyways. That light-hearted surprise doesn’t last, though he snorts out a laugh and shrugs at her assessment. She’s not wrong! There’s of course more to the story, the fact that he’d already taken his revenge for her actions once, and after that, it was just an eternal back and forth. But it doesn’t matter so much now. All done there, and it’s thanks to a single, scrawny little guy. Kind of incredible in that respect, but he keeps that thought to himself.
Instead, he laughs a little more, and he picks out something unimportant to respond to first. Lightens the mood, maybe. ]
Eh, his, her, whichever you want. Gender don’t matter much for us gods. I’ve spent my time as a woman too, so we don’t get hung up on it.
[ He shrugs, but after that, his sly smile does calm to a more serious expression. He doesn’t seem to be bothered at all that Rin favors Quetzalcoatl, and it’s not a front. Their shared connection as Harbingers makes it clear. He has his own feelings, but beyond complaining or giving his opinion, he wouldn’t try and force someone to agree with him. It’s not his style. ]
—Well, yeah. I’d agree with you there. Knowin’ Quetzalcoatl, there were probably plenty of times she could’ve squashed Silco like a bug, but she didn’t. That’s her understanding at work, as you put it. And, not gonna lie, since I’d be the same way, but probably some arrogance too. Gods don’t exactly die, yeah?
[ Not in any normal way, at least. They could “die”, but it’s analogous to the difference between being dissipated and being shattered. Their version of dying didn’t stick. ]
That’s just how we are, though. There’s some parts of our nature we can’t fight against. That kinda love for life has always been one of hers.
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…Yeah, that makes sense, he guesses. Perfectly practical, even. It really says something about Daybit that he’s surprised to see it, huh?
Anyways. That light-hearted surprise doesn’t last, though he snorts out a laugh and shrugs at her assessment. She’s not wrong! There’s of course more to the story, the fact that he’d already taken his revenge for her actions once, and after that, it was just an eternal back and forth. But it doesn’t matter so much now. All done there, and it’s thanks to a single, scrawny little guy. Kind of incredible in that respect, but he keeps that thought to himself.
Instead, he laughs a little more, and he picks out something unimportant to respond to first. Lightens the mood, maybe. ]
Eh, his, her, whichever you want. Gender don’t matter much for us gods. I’ve spent my time as a woman too, so we don’t get hung up on it.
[ He shrugs, but after that, his sly smile does calm to a more serious expression. He doesn’t seem to be bothered at all that Rin favors Quetzalcoatl, and it’s not a front. Their shared connection as Harbingers makes it clear. He has his own feelings, but beyond complaining or giving his opinion, he wouldn’t try and force someone to agree with him. It’s not his style. ]
—Well, yeah. I’d agree with you there. Knowin’ Quetzalcoatl, there were probably plenty of times she could’ve squashed Silco like a bug, but she didn’t. That’s her understanding at work, as you put it. And, not gonna lie, since I’d be the same way, but probably some arrogance too. Gods don’t exactly die, yeah?
[ Not in any normal way, at least. They could “die”, but it’s analogous to the difference between being dissipated and being shattered. Their version of dying didn’t stick. ]
That’s just how we are, though. There’s some parts of our nature we can’t fight against. That kinda love for life has always been one of hers.