She is glad when he responds without sounding downcast, because she definitely didn’t intend to make him feel that way. Thankfully he seems to get her point, simply that they don’t really know the gods. They are not gods themselves, after all, and it wasn’t a bad thing not to know their minds necessarily, just a fact. ”Well, I’m sure you know more than I do, at any rate,” she says, voice lighthearted, because she’s used to masking the bitterness she feels toward the gods and their longstanding grudge against all Abandoned.
It seemed to her that the smartest thing they could do is befriend the Abandoned rather than outcast them, to bring them closer rather than give them a reason to want to rebel again. Not that Weaver had grand plans to lead a rebellion against the gods here, but rather, it just seemed to her that eventually it would make more sense to stop blaming a bunch of kids for the mistakes of ancestors they would never even know. Weaver didn’t pick what she was, she simply was it.
They catch the sun for a moment, before its’ light begins to creep lower beneath the rim of the baskets. ”Guess I should take my bit of sun and let you enjoy your evening. Thanks for tolerating me.” Weaver stands, grabbing her basket from the wall before turning back to him. ”See you around, Samuel. Maybe in Halo, yea? I’d love to meet your partner.” And with that, she makes her way into the night, leaving him to do the same.
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It seemed to her that the smartest thing they could do is befriend the Abandoned rather than outcast them, to bring them closer rather than give them a reason to want to rebel again. Not that Weaver had grand plans to lead a rebellion against the gods here, but rather, it just seemed to her that eventually it would make more sense to stop blaming a bunch of kids for the mistakes of ancestors they would never even know. Weaver didn’t pick what she was, she simply was it.
They catch the sun for a moment, before its’ light begins to creep lower beneath the rim of the baskets. ”Guess I should take my bit of sun and let you enjoy your evening. Thanks for tolerating me.” Weaver stands, grabbing her basket from the wall before turning back to him. ”See you around, Samuel. Maybe in Halo, yea? I’d love to meet your partner.” And with that, she makes her way into the night, leaving him to do the same.
(finished)
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
