[She lets her head fall back onto the sofa cushion behind her, a scowl on her face and an agitated flick of her tail alongside her for emphasis. There’s a moment in which she give his hand a brief squeeze in return, because, yeah. She gets it.]
Place I worked for was dedicated to helping out the Infected. And it’s not like they were the only ones we helped, but since so many of us there were also sick… lotta healthy folks reacted real bad to getting a hand from us.
[To be somewhat fair, a lot of the flak Gavial got came from her, uh, abysmal bedside manner, but the fact that she’s Infected too and not all that fussed about hiding it didn’t help matters.]
Almost hate to say it, but giving a world a clean slate away from that sorta thing is kinda part of why I ended up sticking to things here with Zenith. Wish fixing those kinds of problems was as easy as knocking some sense into people.
[Yes, she means that literally. Sometimes it could be that easy. But it’s not a simple problem to solve, and that certainly wasn’t the right tool for the job. Outside of Acahualla, at least.]
[ Matt sighs: sympathy, exasperation on her behalf, understanding. A hint of wistfulness. It's a lot to ask of one exhalation, but Matt's an old hand at channeling through his breath.
For a moment, he focuses on their hands. On his original intentions for Gavial. He feels the whisper of Zenith between them like cool beams of moonlight, and sits back satisfied. ]
I was told with ... a pretty compelling level of certainty ... that it's an abomination to change the world the way Zenith wants to, [ he says. ] That the only way mortals can make change is the usual routes--slow, uncertain, collective action based. Something about autonomy. [ His lips quirk. ] The precise mechanism is a little vague, but I do agree I'm too limited to create a system as complex as a world.
I just also have such a hard time thinking about leaving everything as it is. Having the potential to unlock a power like that, and then turning around and going back to the devil I know.
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[She lets her head fall back onto the sofa cushion behind her, a scowl on her face and an agitated flick of her tail alongside her for emphasis. There’s a moment in which she give his hand a brief squeeze in return, because, yeah. She gets it.]
Place I worked for was dedicated to helping out the Infected. And it’s not like they were the only ones we helped, but since so many of us there were also sick… lotta healthy folks reacted real bad to getting a hand from us.
[To be somewhat fair, a lot of the flak Gavial got came from her, uh, abysmal bedside manner, but the fact that she’s Infected too and not all that fussed about hiding it didn’t help matters.]
Almost hate to say it, but giving a world a clean slate away from that sorta thing is kinda part of why I ended up sticking to things here with Zenith. Wish fixing those kinds of problems was as easy as knocking some sense into people.
[Yes, she means that literally. Sometimes it could be that easy. But it’s not a simple problem to solve, and that certainly wasn’t the right tool for the job. Outside of Acahualla, at least.]
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For a moment, he focuses on their hands. On his original intentions for Gavial. He feels the whisper of Zenith between them like cool beams of moonlight, and sits back satisfied. ]
I was told with ... a pretty compelling level of certainty ... that it's an abomination to change the world the way Zenith wants to, [ he says. ] That the only way mortals can make change is the usual routes--slow, uncertain, collective action based. Something about autonomy. [ His lips quirk. ] The precise mechanism is a little vague, but I do agree I'm too limited to create a system as complex as a world.
I just also have such a hard time thinking about leaving everything as it is. Having the potential to unlock a power like that, and then turning around and going back to the devil I know.