"What you are," Lisbeth said in a disgusted tone, "is who you are. If you are generous, you're a generous person. If you are cruel, then you're a cruel person."
She stood up, looking down at him, something the short and slight girl could rarely do to anyone else. "What you are is Abandoned. Your kind defied the will of the gods. It's disgusting that they would dare offer you their boon. You should have known your place and not tried to rise up to become something you didn't deserve to be. The Voice was one of your kind, and they made an even more disgusting abomination in the Ascended."
She looked towards his offerings, about ready to kick them over the cliff into the ocean. The only reason she didn't do so was because it would be an offense to Safrin. She didn't understand why one of the Old Gods would deal with an Abandoned, but it wasn't her place to question Safrin's will.
"Didn't you ever stop to think about why your kind aren't allowed to enter Stormbreak? Just crossing the barrier will end you. Because you're unnatural. Your kind wasn't meant to exist. You were an accident. An accident that gave you powers mortals weren't meant to have, powers that led to you thinking you were better than the rest of us, that you could rival the power of the gods. I know some think you should just be ignored, that you aren't worthy of attention. But me? I think you, along with the Ascended, should all be destroyed. That is what you deserve for trying to overthrow the gods. Because if we just leave you alone, there's nothing to stop you from trying to do it again."
She turned and stalked off, too flustered to return to her post. Once she was out of sight, she collapsed to the ground, sobbing. Her chest heaved, and she coughed through her tears. Her cries filled the night, her wheezing breaths reaching out across the empty cliffs, until her chest blazed with fire that burned away all energy she had left on this night.
She stood up, looking down at him, something the short and slight girl could rarely do to anyone else. "What you are is Abandoned. Your kind defied the will of the gods. It's disgusting that they would dare offer you their boon. You should have known your place and not tried to rise up to become something you didn't deserve to be. The Voice was one of your kind, and they made an even more disgusting abomination in the Ascended."
She looked towards his offerings, about ready to kick them over the cliff into the ocean. The only reason she didn't do so was because it would be an offense to Safrin. She didn't understand why one of the Old Gods would deal with an Abandoned, but it wasn't her place to question Safrin's will.
"Didn't you ever stop to think about why your kind aren't allowed to enter Stormbreak? Just crossing the barrier will end you. Because you're unnatural. Your kind wasn't meant to exist. You were an accident. An accident that gave you powers mortals weren't meant to have, powers that led to you thinking you were better than the rest of us, that you could rival the power of the gods. I know some think you should just be ignored, that you aren't worthy of attention. But me? I think you, along with the Ascended, should all be destroyed. That is what you deserve for trying to overthrow the gods. Because if we just leave you alone, there's nothing to stop you from trying to do it again."
She turned and stalked off, too flustered to return to her post. Once she was out of sight, she collapsed to the ground, sobbing. Her chest heaved, and she coughed through her tears. Her cries filled the night, her wheezing breaths reaching out across the empty cliffs, until her chest blazed with fire that burned away all energy she had left on this night.
