Something flinches in his otherwise cold expression.
Don't be stupid.
It's a gut reaction, one he wants to spit right back, one that can nearly be read from his very expression. But his eyes shut, and he blows out a long breathe through his nose, his hand running through his hair.
This sounded too much like people from home who ended up dying due to the hope that drove them forward. But that steel cuts through it, a reminder that this isn't some spineless little artist boy talking out his ears. The windmill. The hunger. The exodus.
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What do you think I... [Spirits, no, he sounded like his father. He takes in another breath.] Look, that's... that's not what I meant, Elliot.
They need their asses handed back to them, that much is fucking obvious. Behaving is the last thing I'd like to do.
If we're sliding down the slope of actually killing any of them... and I mean ANY god, even Forneus... I'd rather we not doom an entire world again just for the sake of a vendetta, no matter how justified that vendetta might be.
[Again. He thinks of his dying husk of a world. Of what little remained of its people. Of how little time they had left.]
That's what I don't want, Elliot. Justice for the sake of ignorance.
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Something flinches in his otherwise cold expression.
Don't be stupid.
It's a gut reaction, one he wants to spit right back, one that can nearly be read from his very expression. But his eyes shut, and he blows out a long breathe through his nose, his hand running through his hair.
This sounded too much like people from home who ended up dying due to the hope that drove them forward. But that steel cuts through it, a reminder that this isn't some spineless little artist boy talking out his ears. The windmill. The hunger. The exodus.
...]
What do you think I... [Spirits, no, he sounded like his father. He takes in another breath.] Look, that's... that's not what I meant, Elliot.
They need their asses handed back to them, that much is fucking obvious. Behaving is the last thing I'd like to do.
If we're sliding down the slope of actually killing any of them... and I mean ANY god, even Forneus... I'd rather we not doom an entire world again just for the sake of a vendetta, no matter how justified that vendetta might be.
[Again. He thinks of his dying husk of a world. Of what little remained of its people. Of how little time they had left.]
That's what I don't want, Elliot. Justice for the sake of ignorance.
I want to know what we're getting into.