Aamu
Would he believe him? Yes. Aamu has no reason to distrust what he says or has experienced, and though his attention is now mostly focused on his little bird again he does look up to meet Neos's gaze for a moment, and offer him a mellow shrug. He can't fathom other worlds yet, but suspects this man is from one, so at least they're both breaking each other's brains a little bit.
Flashy show-offs? Oh, Aamu could've told him a thing or two about some of the Ascended of the past, but—the Voice was ever a scientist, was she not? Not an artist per se, even if she dabbled in the creative and dreamed bigger than anyone ever had before. But even so, the Ascended are meant to function. They scar badly but their machinery runs ever so smoothly.
"It's not benefited us to be," he merely states, working with his brushes and paints. Turns out Aamu is also a quite decent hobby painter, but far from an artisan. Still, the little bird is cute and energetic, and Aamu is quite happy with how it is coming along. "Still, we are all individuals. I have known quite the garish people in my time."
Flashy show-offs? Oh, Aamu could've told him a thing or two about some of the Ascended of the past, but—the Voice was ever a scientist, was she not? Not an artist per se, even if she dabbled in the creative and dreamed bigger than anyone ever had before. But even so, the Ascended are meant to function. They scar badly but their machinery runs ever so smoothly.
"It's not benefited us to be," he merely states, working with his brushes and paints. Turns out Aamu is also a quite decent hobby painter, but far from an artisan. Still, the little bird is cute and energetic, and Aamu is quite happy with how it is coming along. "Still, we are all individuals. I have known quite the garish people in my time."
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
You are the morning when it's clear
