we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
His hand is eagerly grabbed the moment it is turned, and though they cannot feel the warmth the sight and slight pressure recognized by their sensors is enough. How can anyone say that they don’t feel? “But they are in power because of their people. They are outnumbered. Surely…surely people must be speaking up against it?” But there is little hope to be found in Phi’s voice. They knew firsthand the hatred found in the hearts of men. The fealty some could have for gods that never looked their way. Their father’s bitterness will lie with them until they die, but at least when they do they will not have to see him again in the afterlife.
“I told Sam that the meetings he told me of seemed far too much like a war room instead of a gathering of family,” they start slowly, thoughts forming in the moment, fingers restless and playing with the preternatural smoothness of Amun’s own. “We fight so hard, but it is not fighting that endears us to people. Why do we not create propaganda of our own?” They have nearly no moral compass, so manipulating the compassion of other people for the continued survival of their family means nothing to them.
“I told Sam that the meetings he told me of seemed far too much like a war room instead of a gathering of family,” they start slowly, thoughts forming in the moment, fingers restless and playing with the preternatural smoothness of Amun’s own. “We fight so hard, but it is not fighting that endears us to people. Why do we not create propaganda of our own?” They have nearly no moral compass, so manipulating the compassion of other people for the continued survival of their family means nothing to them.
