For the moment, at least, I would recommend it. No use toeing the line if you don't know where it is to begin with.
Our intermediary seemed open to discussion and on a firmer middle ground than they could say, so perhaps we could start there in learning a little more about what power we actually hold here.
Lot of people will do a lot of terrible things if they think they've got some kind of divine mandate. Even if it all just ends up being one big con in the end.
[ Which really makes the idea of all of this having to devote oneself to Him and make a sacrifice all the more Bad™. ]
No use begging for a partner if you don't even know what you're looking for. And molding someone into the shape you want by force? We're past the Garden of Eden, thank you.
[Humor aside, he sighs, running a hand back through silver locks with a slightly bitter look off towards the unlit fireplace.]
The only "type" I see is someone out there playing a god and thinking their own judgement is absolute towards the people underneath them, simply because they are people. All else might as well be nonsense in my opinion.
[ Being asked this again makes Ainosuke feel on edge. He is not meant to show vulnerabilities and his body is betraying him by making them plain to see for others.
... which means that he'll compensate, so his face just lights up with a smile. ]
Thank you for the consideration, but I'll be alright, truly. This was a lot to take in, wasn't it?
Ouch. You can just call me a bad conversationalist, you know. I can take it.
[He feigns a pout as he crosses back over to the sitting area, pitcher in one hand and multiple glasses looped into the other. He'll hold it out for Ainosuke to take if he wants, but it won't be forced on him.]
[ After getting this far, it would be more trouble than it's worth to refuse the glass, so it'll be accepted and Ainosuke is even going to take a sip. ]
You do not... though a woman was just blown to smithereens in front of us all.
[A hum is his only response at first. A hand fidgets, slightly, a second signet ring not marked with a rose sitting on the opposite hand of that claimed by Father, the band catching against the handle of the pitcher as he exhales, finding an empty place to settle it within arm's reach.]
Yes, she was. Torn apart to the atom and not allowed to die. And I would not wish to see it happen again.
I don't need to be beside myself to still feel the cruelty for exactly what it is.
Uh, Noelle. Sorry for not saying that earlier. I have been disoriented all day.
[So much has happened and it's taking her way too long to adjust. She's not convinced at all this is real. She still thinks it's likely some parahuman has used a power to lock her in some weird fake place]
I think I'm...I have never been really all that good at talking to people. Normal teenager things.
[Funnily enough, she was the one guys used to be romantically interested in, back when she was in her normal life, so hey, she did have enough people skills to navigate that]
Ah, Noelle -- Yes, yes, we spoke on the forum earlier. [About a pretty similar subject, too, so at least she's consistent.] There's no need to apologize. This isn't what I'd call a normal situation.
It's not an easy time of life, bein a teenager. Everything feels so big and yet so restricting at the same time.
What makes it hard, do you think? Talking to people, I mean.
Nothing, no signs of anything. It all feels like nothing ever happened to me.
[She feels...normal. In every way possible. And that's really unnerving her because what if it's temporary? What if the moment she eats something, she finds out she's still got that horrid power, and she begins mutating again? And if she does the complete opposite, witholding herself from eating or drinking anything, and she ends up going into another rampage and kills everybody?
The mere thought of either scenario is enough to send shivers down her spine]
I have full movement. It's...like I'm learning to walk again.
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