SAFRIN
"Does it make you feel noble, to struggle? To try and evade the choice clearly set out before you?" Only her eyes are visible in this cosmic realm of nothingness, this patch of empty space, but her voice booms all around. "I'm sure it does. Besides, when you retell this moment, if you don't struggle, how ever will you justify what comes next? The inevitable choice? Oh but I tried! you'll say. I can hear it now. The pain in your voice, the disgusting whining. And everyone will see it for what it is. An act, because at heart you are a bard after all. Why be honest when you can instead always weave the narrative in which you are the hero? The martyr? Those are much more interesting roles than say...baker. Farmer. Much better to be a hero. A provost. A soul-shepherd."
Her laughter was wide and bright, but as cold as the shackles that bound him to the void.
"Very well Jigano. If we have our roles, then let me play the villain. Choose, or I kill them both. There. That should make it easy, no?"
And indeed, on the screen of darkness before him would appear Rory and Isuma. Rory with knives slicing through his ribs, and Isuma plunged into a fire. Both all alone. Both screaming for Jigano.
Her laughter was wide and bright, but as cold as the shackles that bound him to the void.
"Very well Jigano. If we have our roles, then let me play the villain. Choose, or I kill them both. There. That should make it easy, no?"
And indeed, on the screen of darkness before him would appear Rory and Isuma. Rory with knives slicing through his ribs, and Isuma plunged into a fire. Both all alone. Both screaming for Jigano.
