Clemente
Okaaaaaayy. Well. Guess the whole goddess thing wasn't a joke. That's...kinda creepy. Kinda cool too, but Clem isn't used to his life being so interesting. It will certainly take some adjusting, coming to terms with the fact that he's now stuck in a land with literal deities. "Why did you ask to change?" he asks next, more concerned with that than the weird, too-big notion of gods. Rexanna's motivations are closer to home. Easier to understand. Though they both seem to regard each other with some persistent confusion over their oddly warped parallel lives. It's weird, the idea of not even needing blood for nourishment purposes. "Then why do we need to refuel? Does it like, I 'unno, evaporate in us? If it's already there and we aren't bleeding it out, why do we need to go to the gods?" Because wow he certainly does not want to do that.
Clemente has been judged and cast away as useless too many times in the past. He doesn't need the point driven home by a literal God that he's worthless.
They'd probably just be mad that he came through as an Ascended as a useless kid to muck up their ranks.
"Queen? That's pretty cool," he admits before he can bite his tongue, eyes a little starry at the idea of some cool sword-wielding monarch. The only kind he knows, from old stories and movies. Of course the excitement only lasts until the revelation that right now, their kind aren't exactly welcomed. Clem sinks deeper into the blankets, and though he can't feel it physically, his skin feels like it's crawling. He has been running and hiding for so long, how much longer does he have to fight just to survive?
Rexanna's soft words are like fleece, and he can't help the tiny smile that wobbles on his lips. She is how Mom used to be. Kind, gentle, benevolent. How Mom should have always been. And he knows he's weak to it, but he can't help how he warms up to her slowly. Even so, Clemente is more than aware of the plague of his own presence, and his smile soon falls, fangs biting away at his already abused lip. "I can leave tomorrow so they don't have a reason to poke around ya," he offers quietly. Clem would never want to endanger someone else by drawing attention to them, not because he was simply existing and they happened to be unlucky enough to exist near him in turn.
i stopped being a kid the day
you sent me down here to die
