[ He reaches across the table, figuratively and literally, to pat the surface of it. They have different beliefs in what is right but they understand the ugliness of the world; Nero decides that is good enough to call him a "friend." He also does it to wiggle and dig and claw his way under the man's skin.
His way of saying -- "you could have become a creature like me, too, you know" -- and he pulls his hand back.
Of course, he's glad the man isn't like him.
People like Nero do NOT get along with themselves. ]
It does, it does. I certainly am surprised you guys didn't itch yourselves raw with what you were wearing down in the dungeons. Or better yet, why you didn't decide to just let it all hang free.
But I guess things get cold. [ His hand makes an obscene gesture -- he curls his fingers like he's squeezing something small and round. ]
Gotta do what you can to not shrink.
[ He turns his head, pressing half of it firmly against the table, as he starts to laugh at his own vulgar joke. ]
It shouldn't be... it'll be a comfort to those that need it. [ Those that aren't like them; those that don't feel the creeping feeling of death and blood and screams coming to them as every day passes by. ] There are. But there are smarter ways to live, too.
You know that if war happens... a place can sidestep it, but it can only do it for so long. [ His eyes close, imagining. ] Or the Free Cities and Thorne decide that they don't want Solvunn to be the thing that remains ... and destroy it first before destroying each other.
[ There is something in the way he says it, like he's witnessed it before. And he has; it's happened; it always happens. ]
They can, they will... they'll still say it wasn't enough time to have held onto anything. [ He opens his eyes. ] Such is how greedy people are with everything. [ With wanting mutual destruction, with lamenting of "time wasted in peace," people are greedy in all things. ]
There's no way to help them, though. [ Nero goes about with his doom speech every so often, but no one listens to him. Why would they? Who would listen to his ravings as truth? He doesn't expect them to, but he also likes telling him the future so that he can later say, "Don't say I didn't warn you. Don't say you didn't have plenty of time to do something with these little warnings."
He likes doing that, too, so they realize that the destruction and suffering they endured was something they're to blame for, as well. ]
They'll live as they'll live. No use worrying about them too much, but I feel like you're a bit of a worrywart, pal.
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[ He reaches across the table, figuratively and literally, to pat the surface of it. They have different beliefs in what is right but they understand the ugliness of the world; Nero decides that is good enough to call him a "friend." He also does it to wiggle and dig and claw his way under the man's skin.
His way of saying -- "you could have become a creature like me, too, you know" -- and he pulls his hand back.
Of course, he's glad the man isn't like him.
People like Nero do NOT get along with themselves. ]
It does, it does. I certainly am surprised you guys didn't itch yourselves raw with what you were wearing down in the dungeons. Or better yet, why you didn't decide to just let it all hang free.
But I guess things get cold. [ His hand makes an obscene gesture -- he curls his fingers like he's squeezing something small and round. ]
Gotta do what you can to not shrink.
[ He turns his head, pressing half of it firmly against the table, as he starts to laugh at his own vulgar joke. ]
It shouldn't be... it'll be a comfort to those that need it. [ Those that aren't like them; those that don't feel the creeping feeling of death and blood and screams coming to them as every day passes by. ] There are. But there are smarter ways to live, too.
You know that if war happens... a place can sidestep it, but it can only do it for so long. [ His eyes close, imagining. ] Or the Free Cities and Thorne decide that they don't want Solvunn to be the thing that remains ... and destroy it first before destroying each other.
[ There is something in the way he says it, like he's witnessed it before. And he has; it's happened; it always happens. ]
They can, they will... they'll still say it wasn't enough time to have held onto anything. [ He opens his eyes. ] Such is how greedy people are with everything. [ With wanting mutual destruction, with lamenting of "time wasted in peace," people are greedy in all things. ]
There's no way to help them, though. [ Nero goes about with his doom speech every so often, but no one listens to him. Why would they? Who would listen to his ravings as truth? He doesn't expect them to, but he also likes telling him the future so that he can later say, "Don't say I didn't warn you. Don't say you didn't have plenty of time to do something with these little warnings."
He likes doing that, too, so they realize that the destruction and suffering they endured was something they're to blame for, as well. ]
They'll live as they'll live. No use worrying about them too much, but I feel like you're a bit of a worrywart, pal.