[He allows the silence to fill the air, letting Estinien process what he's told him. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if Estinien denied it all, dismissing it as nonsense. He doesn't expect a mortal to understand, or to be willing to, yet he cannot help but think Estinien might understand.
After all, he had merged with Nidhogg, he has felt and understood the immortal perspective, so maybe...
When he finally breaks the silence, the question is a heavy, but an astute one. He takes a moment to contemplate his answer, because he could be cold and blunt. Tell him he doesn't consider those fragmented souls to be truly alive. That even Estinien, by his standard, is not truly alive. But well does he know that will earn him a lost ally.
As he begins, his tone shifts from the usual light, nasally tone, shifting to something a little deeper, more serious. Almost like a story-teller's.]
...In the beginning, when the world was whole, there was naught but peace. There was no war, no violence, no suffering. No conflict due to disparity, due to want. It was a veritable paradise—a paradise that I and my kin originated from. But without warning, annihilation threatened our world, and in an attempt to save all of creation, we would bring forth Zodiark to rewrite the laws of reality. It would be by His magnificence that we would be saved.
Yet, there would be those who did not appreciate His gift, His divine mercy, and they would summon forth another to defy him: Hydaelyn. To bind him. To enervate him. To fracture him and aught else.
[His eyes shift away from Estinien, looking upward at the sky, his brow pinching in the middle as he continues.]
Back in that time before time, when anyone and everyone were as equals, the powers we Ascians hold were not special. Nay, they were pedestrian. All were immortal, all were powerful, and all could live full lives without fear, without suffering.
But that was taken from you—from everyone—when the Sundering happened. When reality was split into four and ten, so too was everyone else—save three. I am one such fortunate survivor. Yet, Zodiark was not spared like I had been—but it is He who can restore it all to how it should be, how it was always meant to be. By His grace, and His mercy shall everything be made right once more. But this cannot be unless we rejoin the shards to the Source.
[He lets out a slow, somewhat wheezed, breath as he lowers his gaze, peering over at Estinien. His expression somber and reflective.]
To one who has known perfection, I cannot turn my back on it, I cannot stray away from this course. Not when I would be faced with the flawed and dreadful reality we otherwise are made to suffer.
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After all, he had merged with Nidhogg, he has felt and understood the immortal perspective, so maybe...
When he finally breaks the silence, the question is a heavy, but an astute one. He takes a moment to contemplate his answer, because he could be cold and blunt. Tell him he doesn't consider those fragmented souls to be truly alive. That even Estinien, by his standard, is not truly alive. But well does he know that will earn him a lost ally.
As he begins, his tone shifts from the usual light, nasally tone, shifting to something a little deeper, more serious. Almost like a story-teller's.]
...In the beginning, when the world was whole, there was naught but peace. There was no war, no violence, no suffering. No conflict due to disparity, due to want. It was a veritable paradise—a paradise that I and my kin originated from. But without warning, annihilation threatened our world, and in an attempt to save all of creation, we would bring forth Zodiark to rewrite the laws of reality. It would be by His magnificence that we would be saved.
Yet, there would be those who did not appreciate His gift, His divine mercy, and they would summon forth another to defy him: Hydaelyn. To bind him. To enervate him. To fracture him and aught else.
[His eyes shift away from Estinien, looking upward at the sky, his brow pinching in the middle as he continues.]
Back in that time before time, when anyone and everyone were as equals, the powers we Ascians hold were not special. Nay, they were pedestrian. All were immortal, all were powerful, and all could live full lives without fear, without suffering.
But that was taken from you—from everyone—when the Sundering happened. When reality was split into four and ten, so too was everyone else—save three. I am one such fortunate survivor. Yet, Zodiark was not spared like I had been—but it is He who can restore it all to how it should be, how it was always meant to be. By His grace, and His mercy shall everything be made right once more. But this cannot be unless we rejoin the shards to the Source.
[He lets out a slow, somewhat wheezed, breath as he lowers his gaze, peering over at Estinien. His expression somber and reflective.]
To one who has known perfection, I cannot turn my back on it, I cannot stray away from this course. Not when I would be faced with the flawed and dreadful reality we otherwise are made to suffer.
Would you not want the same?