playing house

Abasi

Grace is just weakness

Abasi nodded - though he suspected Loren's words were a kindness rather than the truth. From what he remembered of his time Blighted, his mind had been filled with endless pools of hate and rage. He was sure what had come out of his mouth, even if it had only been a fraction of what he had felt, had been vile.

He was thrilled to be asked about Egypt. So far, no one had asked him to describe much of his home and he dearly missed it (and bragging about it). "Yes. Heka is what you would call magic. Though..." He frowned, unsure if it was wise to admit this (and it hurt him a little) but added: "...the magic here is more impressive."

"As for Pharaoh, he was our King. A God, in human form. Like all the Pharaohs before him." Abasi spoke with the reverence of a true believer on this subject, an enthusiasm in his voice that he rarely held for anything else. "I was the most senior Priest in his service. I assisted Pharaoh in speaking to the Gods." To go from a place so respected to nothing at all in Caido had been hard, and getting to speak of his prior life made him feel a little better.

The man's answer was more emotional than Abasi had expected and it showed on his face. He was uncomfortable with matters of relationships, especially the subject of love. Also, he fully believed magic could provide love, but he felt that likely wouldn't help. "...Could you not...have those things? It seems you are a popular man. I have noticed a few people around the house. You are not ugly, either."

Or so I've been told