SAFRIN
"Why its shrine, of course." The goddess replied with a raised brow, putting special emphasis on it to imply the Sage's improper use of him, and taking unfair advantage of the writer's accidental pronoun use. "Then again I have seen you pray to it, and how you have heard nothing in response. Such a pity. You would think given how instrumental you are in so much of what happens here, so much of what Ludo does, that it would have found a way to contact you." Her shoulders shrugged casually, her voice sweetly pushing the needles of her words in.
"Almost as if perhaps you are not even on its radar. Almost as if all of this endless importance you place on yourself with respect to those around you, the importance you think you share with the gods...is all in your head."
Indeed, all the times the sage had 'failed' to be the savior, and still the world went all. All his successful and failed attempts and really, what had he accomplished? What had it ever mattered?
"Almost as if perhaps you are not even on its radar. Almost as if all of this endless importance you place on yourself with respect to those around you, the importance you think you share with the gods...is all in your head."
Indeed, all the times the sage had 'failed' to be the savior, and still the world went all. All his successful and failed attempts and really, what had he accomplished? What had it ever mattered?
