the stories i could tell
The Voice, nods her chin elevated slightly as a knowing smile spreads across her lips. "I think you'll find I'm right about many things." She says leadingly, though offers no further context.
Softly shrugging—his problems with his own kind not being a concern for her—she nods. "A world without it...or worse still, a world where you're held accountable for choices you had no way of knowing the outcome of?" She tuts and shakes her head. "Unlike your gods, I am as open and available to my children as I possibly can be. Vanity and trickery are such tedious games to play."
Raising a brow at Loren, the Voice leans forward. "And yet for someone who doesn't care, it seems to weigh on you terribly." The half-crescents in his palms from where he'd balled his hands into fists spoke to that, as did the animalistic features he'd displayed when he first came.
"Ah well, if power is all it is..." Sitting up, the Voice eyes the Launceleyn before her, considering. "You know...for as powerful as your attuned shifts are...there is nothing about them you couldn't get from me. Why bother with being a lion with impenetrable skin, when you can't talk? When you have no thumbs? When you can't use your other abilities at the same time? It's so limiting. I could simply give you impenetrable skin." This is all said so incredibly casually, it's laughable. "There's very little you have the power to do that I could not replicate, you know. And you'd be stronger for it, of course. Faster and more clear-sighted too." Pausing to smile, the Voice lets her gaze linger upon him for a moment. "And a family who will never abandon you? A god who genuinely cares?" Her shoulders shrug again. "Your brother has taken to it quite well, if you ask me."
Softly shrugging—his problems with his own kind not being a concern for her—she nods. "A world without it...or worse still, a world where you're held accountable for choices you had no way of knowing the outcome of?" She tuts and shakes her head. "Unlike your gods, I am as open and available to my children as I possibly can be. Vanity and trickery are such tedious games to play."
Raising a brow at Loren, the Voice leans forward. "And yet for someone who doesn't care, it seems to weigh on you terribly." The half-crescents in his palms from where he'd balled his hands into fists spoke to that, as did the animalistic features he'd displayed when he first came.
"Ah well, if power is all it is..." Sitting up, the Voice eyes the Launceleyn before her, considering. "You know...for as powerful as your attuned shifts are...there is nothing about them you couldn't get from me. Why bother with being a lion with impenetrable skin, when you can't talk? When you have no thumbs? When you can't use your other abilities at the same time? It's so limiting. I could simply give you impenetrable skin." This is all said so incredibly casually, it's laughable. "There's very little you have the power to do that I could not replicate, you know. And you'd be stronger for it, of course. Faster and more clear-sighted too." Pausing to smile, the Voice lets her gaze linger upon him for a moment. "And a family who will never abandon you? A god who genuinely cares?" Her shoulders shrug again. "Your brother has taken to it quite well, if you ask me."
