In the end, an old man becomes little more than an infant before his end, doesn't he? You can scoff and spit at mortals all you like, the lot of you, but don't ever forget whose image they were modeled in.
[She sighs at him, and it isn't a frustrated, provocative one.
It's a sad, solemn one. Not pity, by any stretch, but...
It's akin to a child meeting their hero, and realizing it's just a salaryman in a suit who doesn't give a rat's ass about truth or justice.]
Even the sun itself is little more than a flame on a wick, Lord Ōkuninushi-no-kami. The land shifts, the beasts disappear, and thoughts—beliefs—change. There is nothing in this world that will ever last, save perhaps for the certainty of an end. Believing that nothing ever . has to or can change is just... setting yourself up for a very bitter round of disappointments, sooner or later. I am very aware of my position, and throw my all into it.
...though, I suppose the thought itself is meaningless to you, if not outright . humorous, given the fact your own death didn't stick the first time. Disregard what I've said, please. You live your way, and I'll live mine. That is godhood, I suppose, and I have wasted my breath. Was there anything else of note, honored elder?
[Her voice is utterly stripped of its previous... personhood, almost. There isn't a hint of insecurity or worry, bared to somebody she thought she respected. Her smooth, soft voice is almost artificial in its business-like brusqueness.
A door that had gradually crept open has swung shut and latched itself firmly, in the span of a few dismissive, pseudo-reassuring sentences.]
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[She sighs at him, and it isn't a frustrated, provocative one.
It's a sad, solemn one. Not pity, by any stretch, but...
It's akin to a child meeting their hero, and realizing it's just a salaryman in a suit who doesn't give a rat's ass about truth or justice.]
Even the sun itself is little more than a flame on a wick, Lord Ōkuninushi-no-kami. The land shifts, the beasts disappear, and thoughts—beliefs—change. There is nothing in this world that will ever last, save perhaps for the certainty of an end. Believing that nothing ever . has to or can change is just... setting yourself up for a very bitter round of disappointments, sooner or later. I am very aware of my position, and throw my all into it.
...though, I suppose the thought itself is meaningless to you, if not outright . humorous, given the fact your own death didn't stick the first time. Disregard what I've said, please. You live your way, and I'll live mine. That is godhood, I suppose, and I have wasted my breath. Was there anything else of note, honored elder?
[Her voice is utterly stripped of its previous... personhood, almost. There isn't a hint of insecurity or worry, bared to somebody she thought she respected. Her smooth, soft voice is almost artificial in its business-like brusqueness.
A door that had gradually crept open has swung shut and latched itself firmly, in the span of a few dismissive, pseudo-reassuring sentences.]