Softly the goddess shrugged. She would have preferred that the bard at least think her cold or fickle and base his judgement on that. Instead, it was far more boring. Where there is blame, there is usually punishment. "You speak of actions not done by me." Safrin said at last, her tone dismissive. She was not here to punish, but nor was she necessarily here to help, either. Safrin hadn't erected the barrier, and the goddess had received more punishment for its destruction than the bard would ever know.
"I did not say that life only ends because of natural means. More precisely what I meant was that death is the end of life, in every instance. In that sense, it is natural. Expected. But if it is unnatural, that is even more reason for us not to be involved. We have watched the spread of disease before. We knew what you were and what you were capable of when we created you."
"But?" She prompted, head tilted slightly to the side.
Raising a brow at this sudden change of direction, Safrin let another petal fall. "It is true she brought you, but she is not so powerful that she is capable of complete change. That is why there has never been an attuned made into an ascended before. You are, at your core, something distinct." The notion that it was the old gods interfering made something in Safrin's expression harden for a moment as she shook her head. "No. If she thought it would take an army of ascended, she would have organized that. But that was not what it took, ultimately. It only took one to open the door. The rest who ascended the tower and made it out alive? They were like you, like the accepted, like the abandoned. 300 years and it merely took the right ingredients—the right minds—at the right time."
"I did not say that life only ends because of natural means. More precisely what I meant was that death is the end of life, in every instance. In that sense, it is natural. Expected. But if it is unnatural, that is even more reason for us not to be involved. We have watched the spread of disease before. We knew what you were and what you were capable of when we created you."
"But?" She prompted, head tilted slightly to the side.
Raising a brow at this sudden change of direction, Safrin let another petal fall. "It is true she brought you, but she is not so powerful that she is capable of complete change. That is why there has never been an attuned made into an ascended before. You are, at your core, something distinct." The notion that it was the old gods interfering made something in Safrin's expression harden for a moment as she shook her head. "No. If she thought it would take an army of ascended, she would have organized that. But that was not what it took, ultimately. It only took one to open the door. The rest who ascended the tower and made it out alive? They were like you, like the accepted, like the abandoned. 300 years and it merely took the right ingredients—the right minds—at the right time."
