The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out
"Oh yes, surely." Abasi agreed, nodding his head. Perhaps he knew, moreso than others, that it was all a trick, a visual illusion, but there was still something comforting in the visage of his Old Gods, the knowledge that some trace of them could still survive here.
That there was no moral judgement was surprising and a little hard for him to get his head around (what motivation was there to live well, if there was no reward in death?), but Abasi did not question. This was not truly his area to ask of, anyway - he was not a priest here, not a man of philosophy, just the worker delivering bodies to their final rest.
There was one last question. "I wish to ask one more thing, admittedly more for myself." Lowering his eyes, Abasi asked: "Why is it I have found myself Abandoned upon arriving at this place? Is there anything I can do to further prove myself to the Gods?" He felt, if Ludo approved of his work, he must have done more than most hoping for a pass from the Divine.
That there was no moral judgement was surprising and a little hard for him to get his head around (what motivation was there to live well, if there was no reward in death?), but Abasi did not question. This was not truly his area to ask of, anyway - he was not a priest here, not a man of philosophy, just the worker delivering bodies to their final rest.
There was one last question. "I wish to ask one more thing, admittedly more for myself." Lowering his eyes, Abasi asked: "Why is it I have found myself Abandoned upon arriving at this place? Is there anything I can do to further prove myself to the Gods?" He felt, if Ludo approved of his work, he must have done more than most hoping for a pass from the Divine.
No dawn, no day
I'm always in this twilight
ABASI
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