The assignment of those terms to the being that keeps them on her palm, at her beck-and-call, inspires something dark and indignant in the pit of Douman's gutー not because he resents being here, exactly, or the treatment that's been extended to him (not quite awful, by skewed standards), but because divinity is rarely ever good. Thinking of Yima as such feels so trite, so...
...well, human. Like anthropomorphizing the sun in an attempt not to be cowed by it. ]
I see! What a relief it is, to hear as much.
[ The act doesn't drop: Douman does sound emphatic about Yima's so-called benevolence. ]
I expect the only way we'll make it out of this situation is to remain true to our loyalties. To waver would be to doubt, and doubt may lead to weakness. I fear that most of all.
[ An amiable smile, despite the nature of his words. Reaching out, Douman brushes dust off of Amos' arm. ]
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The assignment of those terms to the being that keeps them on her palm, at her beck-and-call, inspires something dark and indignant in the pit of Douman's gutー not because he resents being here, exactly, or the treatment that's been extended to him (not quite awful, by skewed standards), but because divinity is rarely ever good. Thinking of Yima as such feels so trite, so...
...well, human. Like anthropomorphizing the sun in an attempt not to be cowed by it. ]
I see! What a relief it is, to hear as much.
[ The act doesn't drop: Douman does sound emphatic about Yima's so-called benevolence. ]
I expect the only way we'll make it out of this situation is to remain true to our loyalties. To waver would be to doubt, and doubt may lead to weakness. I fear that most of all.
[ An amiable smile, despite the nature of his words. Reaching out, Douman brushes dust off of Amos' arm. ]