[ that bit with sword is... neat?? yes, it's neat-- and Abel is briefly distracted by its motion through the air before he accepts that hand, shaking it warmly and with gentility. ]
Father Abel, Mr. Matt~! It's what friends call me, so it'll make me quite pleased if I can count you among that number.
[ the subject of faith - and where each of them have placed theirs - has some of his smile beginning to wane despite the cheeriness of that statement; he sends a little glance over his shoulder, all too aware that time is of the essence.
but this, too, is important to him-- and he has no qualms giving Matt a moment to speak his piece. ]
...I won't pretend that my world is perfect. I know yours was-- is-- much the same; I doubt there's a single world among any of ours that could claim the lofty title of 'perfection,' right? [ unattainable, that 'perfection.' flawlessness is an impossibility. ] And much as some of those imperfections are beautiful, some are... decidedly not. Even so-- even if our worlds had ended, even if we were given a second chance at building them better-- I don't know that any of us are suited to make that judgment. I don't know of any man that could, Mr. Matt... and I certainly don't think any of us could ask countless lives-- worlds-- to be sacrificed for someone's vision of 'better.' Do you-- do you really believe that?
[ because Abel can clearly see, plain as day, this man possesses a hefty serving of compassion, of empathy. is he really alright with condemning entire worlds to oblivion for the sake of a 'fresh start', when none of them even know what that means...? it's-- terrifying. ]
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Father Abel, Mr. Matt~! It's what friends call me, so it'll make me quite pleased if I can count you among that number.
[ the subject of faith - and where each of them have placed theirs - has some of his smile beginning to wane despite the cheeriness of that statement; he sends a little glance over his shoulder, all too aware that time is of the essence.
but this, too, is important to him-- and he has no qualms giving Matt a moment to speak his piece. ]
...I won't pretend that my world is perfect. I know yours was-- is-- much the same; I doubt there's a single world among any of ours that could claim the lofty title of 'perfection,' right? [ unattainable, that 'perfection.' flawlessness is an impossibility. ] And much as some of those imperfections are beautiful, some are... decidedly not. Even so-- even if our worlds had ended, even if we were given a second chance at building them better-- I don't know that any of us are suited to make that judgment. I don't know of any man that could, Mr. Matt... and I certainly don't think any of us could ask countless lives-- worlds-- to be sacrificed for someone's vision of 'better.' Do you-- do you really believe that?
[ because Abel can clearly see, plain as day, this man possesses a hefty serving of compassion, of empathy. is he really alright with condemning entire worlds to oblivion for the sake of a 'fresh start', when none of them even know what that means...? it's-- terrifying. ]