[The rustling of fur gives evidence of another shrug.] Some will surprise you, friend.
Ha - ! [Greed slaps his thigh, briefly.] You're starting to sound more like them - thinking they were so much better. Sure, built tougher, but it's not like it helped 'em any.
[He presses his lips together, narrows his eyes with a vibration in his throat.] You don't?
I know there are some that are exemplary, but they are so few and far between. I lived through a rather awful war, Greed. I watched what humans could become at their worst. And when it was over, when the land and society was revived, they acted like it didn't happen. They acted like they had no choice and that... that is just the way things were and held no remorse in their hearts.
[Maybe it's his age, maybe it's the fact that he's seen wars, too. But they had been calculated in advance. Pawn after pawn pushed forward to make for calamity. He had been part of it once - the grand plan. And after a century or so, it had just grown stale.]
That's the one thing you have in common - what's right, what's wrong. You're so quick to get righteous, Yaha. Ever think for a second that that may be your problem?
[The Sin moves two clicks forward, one heel back. From the recording, there's crickets. Birds. Creatures rustling in the thick of it. As if they're just as lost, just as clueless, as it what to do next.] Of course, the mortal lot are - it's not like they have a lot of time. What do you expect? Eh- [The Sin sighs. Full of dramatics and it's all-too-clear the rolling of the eyes.] - it's not like they're about to change, but they aren't all so bad, y'know.
[ The elf makes a soft, huffing noise. The offense he felt obvious. ]
How is that my problem? Humans force us to live in their worlds and live by their laws. Yet if we turn the same eye upon them, they act otherwise.
[ There is scurrying in the background. His children giggling as they go. He pauses to turn towards them before sighing soft. The worry he has for them tears at his heart. Poor mad darlings. ]
No. There are some worth keeping. But only some. The rest should be flayed and fed to those far sweeter and kinder than they could ever hope to be.
[His tone is dry, his pitch low. It's as if he's speaking with a lazy-haze, one similar to someone just woken up from a particularly-long nap. Yaha's dauntless in his efforts, venomous when struck, and Greed shuts one eye on the other side of the feed. Had it been a video, there would have been one long cock-slanted smile. A knowing sort of gesture, as if he had heard the rant before in the two-centuries he has under his belt.]
[As it stands, it's just mild silence on the western front.] Most won't understand - as much as they may say otherwise. The mortal-lot likes what's at the surface. They don't really want to know what the underworld has in store, what's really going on until it's too late. But that's not their fault and you certainly can't blame 'em.
And who am I to judge? [A match sparks, spitting fire on the feed as a rush of air meets for an ignition point.] Seems to me you're already set on that idea, but I'll tell you this, Yaha:
[ The elf breathes in and out a few times. He pushes back his hair as he finds his calm. All that venom has nowhere to go. Swallowing thickly, he finds the red flickering just outside his vision fading until everything is as it should be. ]
I do wonder if one has the capability of saving me. But you would rather we save ourselves, right?
[The bottle grinds against the surface of wood until it's plucked up between his knuckles. Greed clacks his nails against the side of the neck, grinding the tips in as he listens.]
Save yourselves? No, not really. Like I just said: I'm always a fan of the underdog, Yaha.
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[ ... ] You really believe in them, don't you?
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Ha - ! [Greed slaps his thigh, briefly.] You're starting to sound more like them - thinking they were so much better. Sure, built tougher, but it's not like it helped 'em any.
[He presses his lips together, narrows his eyes with a vibration in his throat.] You don't?
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[ He lets out a soft sigh. ]
I know there are some that are exemplary, but they are so few and far between. I lived through a rather awful war, Greed. I watched what humans could become at their worst. And when it was over, when the land and society was revived, they acted like it didn't happen. They acted like they had no choice and that... that is just the way things were and held no remorse in their hearts.
They were worse than what I am.
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[Maybe it's his age, maybe it's the fact that he's seen wars, too. But they had been calculated in advance. Pawn after pawn pushed forward to make for calamity. He had been part of it once - the grand plan. And after a century or so, it had just grown stale.]
That's the one thing you have in common - what's right, what's wrong. You're so quick to get righteous, Yaha. Ever think for a second that that may be your problem?
[The Sin moves two clicks forward, one heel back. From the recording, there's crickets. Birds. Creatures rustling in the thick of it. As if they're just as lost, just as clueless, as it what to do next.] Of course, the mortal lot are - it's not like they have a lot of time. What do you expect? Eh- [The Sin sighs. Full of dramatics and it's all-too-clear the rolling of the eyes.] - it's not like they're about to change, but they aren't all so bad, y'know.
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How is that my problem? Humans force us to live in their worlds and live by their laws. Yet if we turn the same eye upon them, they act otherwise.
[ There is scurrying in the background. His children giggling as they go. He pauses to turn towards them before sighing soft. The worry he has for them tears at his heart. Poor mad darlings. ]
No. There are some worth keeping. But only some. The rest should be flayed and fed to those far sweeter and kinder than they could ever hope to be.
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[His tone is dry, his pitch low. It's as if he's speaking with a lazy-haze, one similar to someone just woken up from a particularly-long nap. Yaha's dauntless in his efforts, venomous when struck, and Greed shuts one eye on the other side of the feed. Had it been a video, there would have been one long cock-slanted smile. A knowing sort of gesture, as if he had heard the rant before in the two-centuries he has under his belt.]
[As it stands, it's just mild silence on the western front.] Most won't understand - as much as they may say otherwise. The mortal-lot likes what's at the surface. They don't really want to know what the underworld has in store, what's really going on until it's too late. But that's not their fault and you certainly can't blame 'em.
And who am I to judge? [A match sparks, spitting fire on the feed as a rush of air meets for an ignition point.] Seems to me you're already set on that idea, but I'll tell you this, Yaha:
I've always been a bit of a fan of the underdog.
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[ The elf breathes in and out a few times. He pushes back his hair as he finds his calm. All that venom has nowhere to go. Swallowing thickly, he finds the red flickering just outside his vision fading until everything is as it should be. ]
I do wonder if one has the capability of saving me. But you would rather we save ourselves, right?
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Save yourselves? No, not really. Like I just said: I'm always a fan of the underdog, Yaha.
What is it you really want from me here?
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[ Then he won't have to take responsibility for himself. ]