the stories i could tell
The Voice continues to smile, seemingly quite pleased at his surprise. "But of course. I needed the metal to cure my children, that nasty water of Frey's obviously won't do for them, but I'll make something for the rest of the world as well. Why wouldn't I?" She asks sweetly. "Like you perhaps, I am not the monster I am often made out to be."
His anger only makes her shrug softly. "That's nothing to do with me. I told the ascended to find the metal and bring it to me. How they went about that is entirely in their control. Free will, you understand." Unlike the old gods, The Voice was always quite clear about which strings she was pulling, even if she couldn't always say why.
'Why do you endure them, then Firebrand? When your efforts are always so looked over? Your good deeds always judged as sins and errors?"
His anger only makes her shrug softly. "That's nothing to do with me. I told the ascended to find the metal and bring it to me. How they went about that is entirely in their control. Free will, you understand." Unlike the old gods, The Voice was always quite clear about which strings she was pulling, even if she couldn't always say why.
'Why do you endure them, then Firebrand? When your efforts are always so looked over? Your good deeds always judged as sins and errors?"
