Osozo
"Who or what else would have?" Osozo countered, a surety on their face, a faith that couldn't be shaken by one person's doubts. No matter how convincing he tried to be. They had seen the face of the Voice, and they had no reason to disbelieve. "She gains nothing by my belief. She would be powerful with or without anyone."
The shrug, and the confidence, baffled them, a kind of arrogance they had not seen before. "Perhaps I will have more reason to believe you if you could prove that to me. I shouldn't believe everything someone says to me."
While there is still some discomfort with the idea of samples being taken, Osozo is taken by the idea of being unique, of being recognized for being unique. It was just enough to convince them to sit long enough for Josh to take what he needed, though Osozo did not linger much longer, taking their leave back down the stairs, pursued by all manner of scrap metal.
Done
The shrug, and the confidence, baffled them, a kind of arrogance they had not seen before. "Perhaps I will have more reason to believe you if you could prove that to me. I shouldn't believe everything someone says to me."
While there is still some discomfort with the idea of samples being taken, Osozo is taken by the idea of being unique, of being recognized for being unique. It was just enough to convince them to sit long enough for Josh to take what he needed, though Osozo did not linger much longer, taking their leave back down the stairs, pursued by all manner of scrap metal.
Done
Now this is where I'm meant to be
