[ How interesting, that the feelings Nebula attributes to her father — are ones that he has felt, continues to feel, in relation to his own brother. The whirlwind of exhausting sadness and loss, hatred and adoration-gone-sour. It means he has to bite his metaphorical lip and shove it all down, aside, away from where she might be able to see him for sentiment instead of control. It has always been his mistake, to refuse to allow anyone to see beyond his masks and defenses. ]
Your experience, then, is part of your resolve. Rather than faith, it is the simple fact that you have done this before. That is similar to me, in fact. To know beginnings and endings so intimately, is to know the truth of reality.
[ Rather than press her again, he offers his hand to her. Pale and strong, his expression calm and sharp, but not in the least bit condescending towards her. ]
That our rivals only flounder against what is natural and true, desperate and deluded in their beliefs.
[ He's grown a little more condescending of Zenith, as time has gone by. A bit disappointed by their fragility, the vapidness of their most prominent loyalist, the complacency of most of them. He likes a few of them, for their ferocity and honesty ( that they want ensure everything remains gone, rather than just accept it is — for the two are different to Set ) and the rest... well, they are just in the way, to him. ]
Zenith has always been steady, in terms of their culture, their politics and the unwavering calm of their people. I intend to destroy that, and either shatter their will or change them into something more than what quaint little pets Lady Yima made of them. I have a weapon in my mind's eye, that is being built. Theory, available technology and magical power are coming together to create this thing — and I wanted your insight. If you have no moral qualms about the reality of war, that is.
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Your experience, then, is part of your resolve. Rather than faith, it is the simple fact that you have done this before. That is similar to me, in fact. To know beginnings and endings so intimately, is to know the truth of reality.
[ Rather than press her again, he offers his hand to her. Pale and strong, his expression calm and sharp, but not in the least bit condescending towards her. ]
That our rivals only flounder against what is natural and true, desperate and deluded in their beliefs.
[ He's grown a little more condescending of Zenith, as time has gone by. A bit disappointed by their fragility, the vapidness of their most prominent loyalist, the complacency of most of them. He likes a few of them, for their ferocity and honesty ( that they want ensure everything remains gone, rather than just accept it is — for the two are different to Set ) and the rest... well, they are just in the way, to him. ]
Zenith has always been steady, in terms of their culture, their politics and the unwavering calm of their people. I intend to destroy that, and either shatter their will or change them into something more than what quaint little pets Lady Yima made of them. I have a weapon in my mind's eye, that is being built. Theory, available technology and magical power are coming together to create this thing — and I wanted your insight. If you have no moral qualms about the reality of war, that is.