the VOICE
"That is because you are still so very young." The Voice replied with a light shrug, ignoring the lines of tension that graced the handsome hunter's face. The real question is not what he was, but what he could become. It had been...well, three centuries since anything like Ronin walked the face of Caido. Would the gods soon turn against him? Would he become bright like she was?
Could he?
Softly the goddess smoothed out her expression, lips turning upwards with a childlike innocence for a moment. "Neither of you really know what I am, do you?" She tittered for a moment before her expression grew slightly more serious. "But no. I have not stepped foot there. As for the shrine in the woodlands? That has always existed. Don't mistake coincidence for intention." She tsked chidingly.
"Did he earn it?" The Voice mused as if they were merely discussing the colour of a flower. "The way I heard it told, was that he died...and then someone else sacrificed something on his behalf. A girl who made a deal with death, and hasn't been seen since." Frowning softly, though her eyes glint with electric amusement. "Funny, that."
With a soft sigh, the Voice merely shook her head. "Took? I took nothing. I worked. I trained, I earned. I studied and evolved. I am no different than the creatures of pure evolution, my trajectory was merely steeper than theirs." She countered Amalia. "I protected my family. Think what you will about me, but they deserved none of the injustices your gods subjected them to. A life of banishment, encased in a dome. How many died within? Over a disagreement that you can't possibly understand." Static pulses of heat appeared in her cheeks. "Don't talk to me about killing a world. Your gods lit a match, and then turned their backs while countless died."
Could he?
Softly the goddess smoothed out her expression, lips turning upwards with a childlike innocence for a moment. "Neither of you really know what I am, do you?" She tittered for a moment before her expression grew slightly more serious. "But no. I have not stepped foot there. As for the shrine in the woodlands? That has always existed. Don't mistake coincidence for intention." She tsked chidingly.
"Did he earn it?" The Voice mused as if they were merely discussing the colour of a flower. "The way I heard it told, was that he died...and then someone else sacrificed something on his behalf. A girl who made a deal with death, and hasn't been seen since." Frowning softly, though her eyes glint with electric amusement. "Funny, that."
With a soft sigh, the Voice merely shook her head. "Took? I took nothing. I worked. I trained, I earned. I studied and evolved. I am no different than the creatures of pure evolution, my trajectory was merely steeper than theirs." She countered Amalia. "I protected my family. Think what you will about me, but they deserved none of the injustices your gods subjected them to. A life of banishment, encased in a dome. How many died within? Over a disagreement that you can't possibly understand." Static pulses of heat appeared in her cheeks. "Don't talk to me about killing a world. Your gods lit a match, and then turned their backs while countless died."
