in tenebris est veritas.
“You have asked me to forgive you twice now. If you know as much as you claim to, then there is no need to apologize for imparting wisdom.” Their tone is arguably as defensive as it was the previous time as well, thoughts of hubris and punishments distracting them from any attempt at politeness. Their body is tense with distrust, the memory of Amun’s phasing through a wall a present contrast to his pretense of humility.
“I prefer to think of myself as practical, not blind to beauty. It is a thing to be cherished, hardly a thing to thank gods for. But your advice is noted.” They lean to one side then, pressing their hand carefully against the smooth obsidian floor to lift themself to their feet. Should Zhanshi reveal himself again, she would give the creature an acknowledging nod. “I am restless. The time for respite is nearly over, and I must continue my onward path.”
“I prefer to think of myself as practical, not blind to beauty. It is a thing to be cherished, hardly a thing to thank gods for. But your advice is noted.” They lean to one side then, pressing their hand carefully against the smooth obsidian floor to lift themself to their feet. Should Zhanshi reveal himself again, she would give the creature an acknowledging nod. “I am restless. The time for respite is nearly over, and I must continue my onward path.”
