DELPHiA
"Did you love her?" she said, voice as devoid of emotion as her expression. For a moment, she resembled her divine counterpart, the masked soul guide, far more than her compassionate father. His ire and impatience, his demands and storm - it meant nothing to her. For as much as she loved him as a piece of the great tapestry Vi wove, she was not at the behest of life. She did not need to extend herself any farther than her father bid her, and in this moment, she was not compelled to do so.
The demigoddess closed her eyes, recalling her last substantive conversation with the pale girl. "He loved Lusea with everything he was. He built his life on her, and all his future... and even though she is gone, he has yet to fully accept it, I think. He still sees her in his future... leaving room for no one else. Everything he's done, everyone he's been with since she died... he compares it to a bandaid, to cover up the wound. To not have to look at it." Steely eyes opened, letting the words she recited hang in the air. "The capacity to love in life is a gift from Mort, and you use it to love that which is dead, and twist its purpose so that you might soothe your living body while your soul yearns for death. Is that not so, Sunjata?" she said, tone still lacking all emotion. She held no empathy for his situation, not when she took her father's precious gift and twisted it so.
"She did want you to know something, but this is no game, Sunjata."
The demigoddess closed her eyes, recalling her last substantive conversation with the pale girl. "He loved Lusea with everything he was. He built his life on her, and all his future... and even though she is gone, he has yet to fully accept it, I think. He still sees her in his future... leaving room for no one else. Everything he's done, everyone he's been with since she died... he compares it to a bandaid, to cover up the wound. To not have to look at it." Steely eyes opened, letting the words she recited hang in the air. "The capacity to love in life is a gift from Mort, and you use it to love that which is dead, and twist its purpose so that you might soothe your living body while your soul yearns for death. Is that not so, Sunjata?" she said, tone still lacking all emotion. She held no empathy for his situation, not when she took her father's precious gift and twisted it so.
"She did want you to know something, but this is no game, Sunjata."
Spoiler Alert: Everybody Dies
