The murder, the rampaging through the nine Hells themselves, elysian blood dripping from his palms. The fact that Leto— in spite of laughing earlier— trusts in that possibility the same way Astarion does in turn.
But that's the black and white portion of all this talk.]
Oh, infinitely. To simplify: there's murder, order, chaos, death embraced and death rejected— not to mention elven and dwarven and so on— but most of the old gods reportedly died ages ago, and it's hard to say what's only myth or occult fanaticism when compared to the truth. A half-bred child could always be a con or a powerful product of old magics given new form, and trust me when I say the ones that brag the loudest are usually the weakest of the bunch.
A real god is— I assume— a great deal like a leviathan in endlessly vast oceans. [Like Shar. Like Selune. Kelevmor. Corellon. Oberon. Massive doesn't begin to cover it.] We're the krill. A minnow at most. If there's a purpose, it doesn't involve us.
[It's the only way imprisonment like his makes sense. Why his prayers fell on deaf ears and silence laden with the sound of screams.
It also doesn't change his resentment, but that's not the topic on the table, for now.]
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The murder, the rampaging through the nine Hells themselves, elysian blood dripping from his palms. The fact that Leto— in spite of laughing earlier— trusts in that possibility the same way Astarion does in turn.
But that's the black and white portion of all this talk.]
Oh, infinitely. To simplify: there's murder, order, chaos, death embraced and death rejected— not to mention elven and dwarven and so on— but most of the old gods reportedly died ages ago, and it's hard to say what's only myth or occult fanaticism when compared to the truth. A half-bred child could always be a con or a powerful product of old magics given new form, and trust me when I say the ones that brag the loudest are usually the weakest of the bunch.
A real god is— I assume— a great deal like a leviathan in endlessly vast oceans. [Like Shar. Like Selune. Kelevmor. Corellon. Oberon. Massive doesn't begin to cover it.] We're the krill. A minnow at most. If there's a purpose, it doesn't involve us.
[It's the only way imprisonment like his makes sense. Why his prayers fell on deaf ears and silence laden with the sound of screams.
It also doesn't change his resentment, but that's not the topic on the table, for now.]
Not usually, anyway.