Safrin
"Your silver tongue holds no edge with me." The goddess sweetly replies. "It is you who has done this. Your presence in his life. That I would suggest you end his suffering before it might truly begin is not a weight you can so easily shift onto my shoulders." But then she shrugs, cruelly, coldly, beautifully. "But would I choose pain over his death?" She smiles. "Of course I would."
As for if there is anything he can do?
Oh, plenty. But would he?
"You could...kill a fellow ascended. Prove that you love Sunjata more than your kind. You could...carry this device with you, that I might be able to listen in on all those secret ascended meetings—" In her hands she suddenly holds a small star pendant. "You could betray the Voice. Steal a fellow ascended's upgrade or item..." She shrugs as if she might continue her list, though by now her motivations should have been quite clear.
As for if there is anything he can do?
Oh, plenty. But would he?
"You could...kill a fellow ascended. Prove that you love Sunjata more than your kind. You could...carry this device with you, that I might be able to listen in on all those secret ascended meetings—" In her hands she suddenly holds a small star pendant. "You could betray the Voice. Steal a fellow ascended's upgrade or item..." She shrugs as if she might continue her list, though by now her motivations should have been quite clear.
