yet my blood renders me a King
Sah listened intently as Deimos spoke. It was relieving to be remined yet again where Deimos stood when it came to the Ascended as a whole. Especially given how clear it was that the Voice had hurt him personally. Humiliated him even if Sah was reading the Swords' expressions correctly.
Sah shrugged at Deimos' comment. "That's the best I can come up with too. I guess they thought meeting a Goddess would make me feel special. Mostly I just felt like I was wasting the Voice's time, which was a bit nerve-wracking." Wasting a god's time was generally a quick way to angering them after all.
Hearing about Deimos' friend, the use of 'was' and all had Sah's brow furrowing. There was clearly a painful history there, one that he wouldn't pry into. But the fact that the Sword had interacted with numerous Ascended as well and never been told to go to the Voice? Then why the hell had two Ascended told Sah, a near stranger, to do so? "It's bizarre. They were so insistent and it amounted to nothing. I would have thought it was a trap had the Voice not been just as perplexed as I was."
Sah shrugged at Deimos' comment. "That's the best I can come up with too. I guess they thought meeting a Goddess would make me feel special. Mostly I just felt like I was wasting the Voice's time, which was a bit nerve-wracking." Wasting a god's time was generally a quick way to angering them after all.
Hearing about Deimos' friend, the use of 'was' and all had Sah's brow furrowing. There was clearly a painful history there, one that he wouldn't pry into. But the fact that the Sword had interacted with numerous Ascended as well and never been told to go to the Voice? Then why the hell had two Ascended told Sah, a near stranger, to do so? "It's bizarre. They were so insistent and it amounted to nothing. I would have thought it was a trap had the Voice not been just as perplexed as I was."
Sah
