"The fear of knowledge has always been limiting." I say simply, suddenly feeling the very uncharacteristic urge to sigh. It is strange and only partially because I no longer have the need to breathe. Moreso, it is strange for me to desire to feel (well, anything) but specifically the urge to non-verbally communicate my frustration.
I look at my companion. Is it because of him, that I feel so inclined? Mmm..
"Emotions are complicated. Perhaps not unnecessary, but certainly their place in the calculus needed to guide the trajectory of our futures has been greatly overstated. The Old Gods have always been what they are. They have never worked or fought or strove to be better or more than what they are."
I listen, his offer unclear. Not in understanding, by context. I know not of what it is he can offer me, nor what he believes the value of my words have been. Turning towards him now, I blink and ponder. "Tell me about yourself." I invite. Though I am uninterested by and large about the historical route by which he has come to stand before me now offering his services to me, perhaps this will elucidate what they might be.
I look at my companion. Is it because of him, that I feel so inclined? Mmm..
"Emotions are complicated. Perhaps not unnecessary, but certainly their place in the calculus needed to guide the trajectory of our futures has been greatly overstated. The Old Gods have always been what they are. They have never worked or fought or strove to be better or more than what they are."
I listen, his offer unclear. Not in understanding, by context. I know not of what it is he can offer me, nor what he believes the value of my words have been. Turning towards him now, I blink and ponder. "Tell me about yourself." I invite. Though I am uninterested by and large about the historical route by which he has come to stand before me now offering his services to me, perhaps this will elucidate what they might be.
