[maybe that's what someone far kinder would say, but she's glad he doesn't. good riddance, his emotions say, and she lets out a soft hmph.
she'd been asked, once, if she hated her father. her answer had been that she didn't care one way or another. but sometimes, like now, feeling someone else be irritated - she feels like maybe she could.]
I don't know that I would have given him the mercy.
[rang would have, if only because he thinks violence is what he's owed on every occasion. and he thinks shenhe should have had that too. the option. evaluating that man and telling him that he wasn't worthy, much like he did her]
I'm surprised that the gods took notice in the first place.
[for once, he doesn't mean it sarcastically, maybe not all gods are so removed that all suffering blurs together, or maybe shenhe's case was so special that they had to notice.
the homesick feeling, however faint, makes him feel strange? for some reason. he ends up plucking a random book from the shelf]
But I like that story. [REALLY???] Mine hasn't inspired any operas, but... it starts the same way. With a parent and their child.
I was surprised too. [she says quietly, when he says that first part. her assumption was that they found it funny enough to keep watching - she's not exactly generous with her interpretations of most of them.
but when he takes a book, she glances at him. i like that story gets a small huff of amusement, because of course he does, the brat.]
I imagine that story goes just as well as the one I told. [she says, tilting her head. that's her saying continue - she's interested.]
[his smile is a little crooked in reply, though he feels hesitant. just for a second. if this wasn't a contract, and if that wasn't the story shenhe had told him...]
It's similar. But in this one, the only monster was the child she bore. She hated that he was half human and half fox, and she was afraid that he would devour her. He was already very strong for his age, even as a child. Normal methods wouldn't have worked on him.
So she led him deep into the Forest of Hungry Ghosts, and left him there for the spirts to finish off instead.
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she'd been asked, once, if she hated her father. her answer had been that she didn't care one way or another. but sometimes, like now, feeling someone else be irritated - she feels like maybe she could.]
I don't know that I would have given him the mercy.
[she says, with a touch of ice to it.]
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What happened after?
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I got my Vision. [she puts the book down.] I killed the monster, and the gods awarded me Cryo. My Master found me in that cave and took me home.
[she runs her fingers over the top of her red ropes. there's a faint feeling of something just a little homesick.]
And now I'm here.
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[for once, he doesn't mean it sarcastically, maybe not all gods are so removed that all suffering blurs together, or maybe shenhe's case was so special that they had to notice.
the homesick feeling, however faint, makes him feel strange? for some reason. he ends up plucking a random book from the shelf]
But I like that story. [REALLY???] Mine hasn't inspired any operas, but... it starts the same way. With a parent and their child.
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but when he takes a book, she glances at him. i like that story gets a small huff of amusement, because of course he does, the brat.]
I imagine that story goes just as well as the one I told. [she says, tilting her head. that's her saying continue - she's interested.]
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It's similar. But in this one, the only monster was the child she bore. She hated that he was half human and half fox, and she was afraid that he would devour her. He was already very strong for his age, even as a child. Normal methods wouldn't have worked on him.
So she led him deep into the Forest of Hungry Ghosts, and left him there for the spirts to finish off instead.
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She hated him for that, despite having created him. [rude. a pause.] And what happened in the Forest?
[a quiet little bristle of anger.]