We Can Rebuild Him

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best The Voice chuckled as well, nodding. Most learned the lesson of not sticking vital bits of yourself into the mouths of monsters at a much younger age. But that was alright; Sam developed in his own time, as he always had, and she loved him for it. At the notion of reversing his ascension, the goddess' eyes widened and her nostrils flared slightly. Her teeth clicked together for a moment as her eyes blazed with electrical angry, before all tension melted away and she offered Sam a smile. "A trap, mm? Tell me then, for those born into this world, did they have a choice in it? Did they ask to be created? Did they ask for their souls to be marred and labelled abandoned, through no fault or choice of their own?" Softly the goddess reached out, her finger beneath his chin to raise his eyes. "If your bard is so worried about choice, perhaps you might ask him that. They only think it is a trap because they think you are lesser. That is what is at the heart of it. Those made into demi-gods are not asked; was your Fallen Star asked? Or was he simply thrust into what he is? Ahh but he has power, and so no one worries about it. What of your twin? Born with magic and hated in her younger years for it? Where was her choice?" Slowly the goddess shook her head. "This is the very opposite of a trap, Sam. It is a choice, to be what you are. A choice that not many others get to make. The attuned do, but had your bard worried about them? About asking to reverse that?" She shook her head, thinking not. It was only because he was an ascended, something that he Jigano's of the world had a problem with, that words like trap were used.