Mm, ( makoto hums, not necessarily in assent but in comment; he casts his pale gaze around them, and then he continues, ) Well, I would hope no one among us would call it into question like that. This is, after all, a city dedicated to final pleasures.
(this demon certainly had no reason to. especially when the immortal nature of Aions mirrored in certain ways the perpetual nature of demons — there would be precious few demons in hell that might have criticized fjord for his own smoking habit when lung disease would never count among the handful of things that actually could kill a demon. no, there had only been J grousing at the younger demon, seemingly discontent with the smell.
truth be told, there had been a part of makoto that had been horrified and infuriated in thinking that he had been left behind in the clutches of the Innocent entity, but... it wasn't a realistic thing to blame the other Kenoma for. they had started out fighting a man, but they had ended up fighting something much more — he had simply been unfortunate, or at least until the Regent had seen fit to help pull him out of the situation he had (once again) fallen headlong into.
there is something that lives and breathes in the appraising way that makoto views the other man as he speaks of the creature; having faced it twice, having failed to make the slightest impact onto it, having born its curse and felt the existential dread of its touch on his shard... no, there are few among the Kenoma that hate it so much as makoto does, and that wasn't even going into how it stood to him as an avatar of forces that had existed on Earth that had slowly caused him to lose his will to live there in the first place.
so they are both in good company. )
It wasn't without trial and tribulation that I returned here from Venera, but... ( his lips press into a thin line for just a moment, ) It's something that I would undergo again, without question, so long as it meant that I didn't fall under the sway of that thing.
( the words start with the elegant cadence and flow of makoto's practiced demon speech, but in cauda venenum — the poison is in the tail. by the last word, his tone is caustic.
he follows the line of silco's gaze to where the pyres are prepared, both they and the nearby altars prepared for their eventual ritual inhabitants. the demon grows quiet, pensive, some of the bombast and bluster falling out of his sails. in the end, he continues in a musing tone, ) There's a fine line between excitement and apprehension, isn't there? I'm not sure which way the wind will blow, but - I want to be prepared, regardless.
( a part of him doesn't feel like it's possible they could see their first true deaths of Aions here. he doesn't know if it's because of the sudden injection of permanence into what has up until this point been impermanent, or if he just doesn't want to think that they might truly die —
he cuts the thought off: ) Do you have any thoughts on what the day might end up bringing?
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( this demon certainly had no reason to. especially when the immortal nature of Aions mirrored in certain ways the perpetual nature of demons — there would be precious few demons in hell that might have criticized fjord for his own smoking habit when lung disease would never count among the handful of things that actually could kill a demon. no, there had only been J grousing at the younger demon, seemingly discontent with the smell.
truth be told, there had been a part of makoto that had been horrified and infuriated in thinking that he had been left behind in the clutches of the Innocent entity, but... it wasn't a realistic thing to blame the other Kenoma for. they had started out fighting a man, but they had ended up fighting something much more — he had simply been unfortunate, or at least until the Regent had seen fit to help pull him out of the situation he had (once again) fallen headlong into.
there is something that lives and breathes in the appraising way that makoto views the other man as he speaks of the creature; having faced it twice, having failed to make the slightest impact onto it, having born its curse and felt the existential dread of its touch on his shard... no, there are few among the Kenoma that hate it so much as makoto does, and that wasn't even going into how it stood to him as an avatar of forces that had existed on Earth that had slowly caused him to lose his will to live there in the first place.
so they are both in good company. )
It wasn't without trial and tribulation that I returned here from Venera, but... ( his lips press into a thin line for just a moment, ) It's something that I would undergo again, without question, so long as it meant that I didn't fall under the sway of that thing.
( the words start with the elegant cadence and flow of makoto's practiced demon speech, but in cauda venenum — the poison is in the tail. by the last word, his tone is caustic.
he follows the line of silco's gaze to where the pyres are prepared, both they and the nearby altars prepared for their eventual ritual inhabitants. the demon grows quiet, pensive, some of the bombast and bluster falling out of his sails. in the end, he continues in a musing tone, ) There's a fine line between excitement and apprehension, isn't there? I'm not sure which way the wind will blow, but - I want to be prepared, regardless.
( a part of him doesn't feel like it's possible they could see their first true deaths of Aions here. he doesn't know if it's because of the sudden injection of permanence into what has up until this point been impermanent, or if he just doesn't want to think that they might truly die —
he cuts the thought off: ) Do you have any thoughts on what the day might end up bringing?