Lightning makes no sound until is strikes
Sah felt frustrated, not at Wessex, and certainly not at the Voice. At himself. Why was incapable of articulating what he asking for? He didn't want justifications, or reasons. He simply wanted to know what the fuck had happened. Everyone he'd asked had either told him to ask the Gods, or had given him a three paragraph, child-friendly summary. He would have believed Wessex, but she too had just told him to come here. And here he was, and he was still as clueless as could be. What was he doing wrong that he couldn't get a straight answer out of anyone? His stomach dropped. Did no one actually know?
But that frustration would do him zero favors, especially since it wasn't directed to either of the entities present. So keeping a straight face and letting out slow breath, Sah forced his frustration away. Instead, he listened to what the Voice had to say. Doing his best to take in her words with unbiased ears, pushing all that he'd been told previously out the window for the duration of the conversation.
And the Voice did have a solid point. To judge someone for the current state of things when the catalyst of it all was centuries ago, made sense. But he was aware of recent altercations as well, ones that of course, no one had explained. Deimos almost did, but even he stopped short of giving actual answers, only vague warnings.
And so as the Voice finishes speaking, Sah's lips twitched into a cynical smile. "Of course not. Nothing, past or present could ever justify genocide." He stated firmly. "And the fact that the Old Gods call for the massacre of the Ascended is the only straight answer that I've been given about this war. Everything else has been smoke and mirrors."
He shook his head, teeth gritted, having to stamp down his frustration again. "But I get that I'm an Abandoned Outlander, still new to Caido. I'm not entitled to any answers." His voice held a hint of solemn acceptance. Acceptance of his situation, and of the fact that he wouldn't be getting the answers he so desperately sought today.
But that frustration would do him zero favors, especially since it wasn't directed to either of the entities present. So keeping a straight face and letting out slow breath, Sah forced his frustration away. Instead, he listened to what the Voice had to say. Doing his best to take in her words with unbiased ears, pushing all that he'd been told previously out the window for the duration of the conversation.
And the Voice did have a solid point. To judge someone for the current state of things when the catalyst of it all was centuries ago, made sense. But he was aware of recent altercations as well, ones that of course, no one had explained. Deimos almost did, but even he stopped short of giving actual answers, only vague warnings.
And so as the Voice finishes speaking, Sah's lips twitched into a cynical smile. "Of course not. Nothing, past or present could ever justify genocide." He stated firmly. "And the fact that the Old Gods call for the massacre of the Ascended is the only straight answer that I've been given about this war. Everything else has been smoke and mirrors."
He shook his head, teeth gritted, having to stamp down his frustration again. "But I get that I'm an Abandoned Outlander, still new to Caido. I'm not entitled to any answers." His voice held a hint of solemn acceptance. Acceptance of his situation, and of the fact that he wouldn't be getting the answers he so desperately sought today.
Sah
